Close your eyes,
And hold your breath,
You’re nothing but repressed.
Your heart is cold,
Truth is something that you’ve never told.
Lips that have tasted only blood.
The tears of your latest victims alone could cause a flood.
But this doesn’t seem to touch you.
Doesn’t seem to plant the slightest seed of guilt.
Hands that could melt a heart of gold,
Eyes that could soften even the toughest brick.
How could the bearer be so deadly, so evil.
How could the bearer be my own,
My friend, My foe.
My heart, My dear
My life, My death.
The end of me.