I see myself as the tragic hero
embraced by the world
rejected at home in battle
with the forces of despair
i actually want a chance
to run my tongue along
the reapers scythe blade
before i creep down to my slow and darkening death
ill lye you down and bring forth your every weakness
all the things you fear you will come face to face with
ill take my scimitar blade and slice open your deepest scars
whip your body and make you plea for forgiveness
blood pours, purple and blue bruises
soft to the touch, death comes around the corner
you'll be given the chance to be set free
to no longer be tortured
no longer be held in captivity
but there is only one way to escape the painful pleasure i have set upon you
the mourning star will come and take your hand to the inferno
you'll never escape you'll be sentenced to a never ending life of excruciating pain day in and day out
nothing is ever this horrible
to keep the feeling the sharp pains of knives coming in and out of your bloody rotten flesh.....prices you have to pay for things you once did when you were mortal.......now your amongst the dead........and they will do anything to taste your rotting flesh
