ICY THORNS

Don't touch me you fingers are
like icy thorns,
such regret yet still you can't see
the devils horns

i don't love you, i never did
so why do you think that
you always were so gullible
so don't bother you stupid prat

but now i see you in a different light,
and the thorns of pricking ice
don't try to change coz you can't
i don't want to be nice.

darkness is where i chose to live and darkness i will remain,
so leave me now or your regret
all the torture and the pain