Bloodlust Detachment

In my own bitter sorrow
I wrench at your detachment
the pain cast a numb ache
no emotion do you warrant

could you do better than to kill?
shredding my soul in your apathy
slowly burrowing into my will
vengeance sweet in hypocrisy

do you take pride in the bloodlust?
delving a dagger into my psyche
deep mars surface my trust
grasping my heart thrust your spike

in thick betrayl I am drowned
in blatant glares without compassion
abomination of tone and sound
as you whisper, gripping my infatuation

like a withering rose I wilt
writhing for life, my final attempt
in my stomach bury your sword hilt
under privledge of death, Iâ??m exempt

from you it is sweet compliance
as you gouge out my heart
to end the torture and defiance
in humility do we finally part