After the Burial

Fingers Like Daggers

After the Burial


Your feminine fingers are like daggers 
Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke 
My scars unravel cruel history 
Our love was stab wounds and lusty kisses 
In your eyes I see wasted tears for wasted years, and heartache, heartfelt for granted 
You left me with nothing but the desire to overcome 
This gaping wound from where you stole my vital organ 
But keep it with you, a trophy for yourself 
Still you linger for another gaze 
Die away from me 
I wont stand by while you plague the air with your lies and deception 
My shirt stained crimson, from long nights of anguish 
These scars are forever, but this wont be eternity 
You wash away guilt in the oceans of my tears 
I will drown you