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How long must we dance around this bed of nails?

Caught in this twisted choreography.

Sealed with a bitter kiss and a mouthful of hemlock.

‘Neath the grace of your body lies the rot of a love forgotten.

As hell burns in you

I’ll turn my cheek.

Sink your teeth into my flesh again.

To drain my blood.

Beholden to your lust and pain.

I would rather scratch out my eyes than see what you’ve become.

Loosen your lips to omit your botched attempt at words.

Insincerity, the only thing leaking from your mouth.

Empty the contents of your heart onto the floor.

So that I can see what you’re really made of.

A heart offered as penance turns cold.

Around and around in this waltz of depravity.

Sinking deeper into this nightmare that I cannot escape.

Trapped by her cold, her cold and deadly embrace.

Your intentions are yet still intentions.

Merely empty words. False of tongue.

As you cast these caustic caresses.

Absorbing every source of attention.

I’ve given so much for the taking.

Your callous need to be in control.

Walking this tightrope of sorrow.

While I nurture my emptied soul.

Veiled in your shadow.

I would rather scratch out my eyes than see what you’ve become.

Loosen your lips to omit your botched attempt at words.

Insincerity, the only thing leaking from your mouth.

Empty the contents of your heart onto the floor.

So that I can see what you’re really made of.

A heart offered as penance turns cold.

Around and around in this waltz of depravity.