Stain On Your Hands

I tore away at this broken heart 'cause I.
Thought that I could be something to want but it's.
Getting harder to fake it, to make it.
Maybe better forgetting your name.
Forgetting you. Let me show you what it means to be alone.
For all times.
Let me show you what it means to believe in nothing.
Here, now back then. Had my comfort with you.
Holding the nails.
As you buried the cross into my spine.
But now there's nothing to hope for in this never ending life. Within your broken soul, I see my end.
Brutal in its final days.
I carried the weight of all you hoped for.
Carried you until you called her name.
So careful now, I peel away the skin.
I poke my hands inside your flesh to see what could be inside. Your emptiness is as bloodless as the heart that could never cry.
So what's left to do but release the soul that died 'cause you never tried.
I tried to get you to understand but you only see to the end of your sword.
And it's time to kill you with all that I have in me.
Make it hurt as much as I can my love.
This I promise, this I swear to you.
Now your blood on my hands has given me hope.
Even if you have no soul the heart in my hands is mine for all times.
The cross upon my back, inside your spine.
Just as was mine.