To Weep Erosive Tears (The Scar)

The tears that flow Are the fruits of my sorrow From the seeds you did sow A tree of madness did grow From the window into my soul See my garden, as my bells toll The scar runs deep through Born of the pain and spite for you Contrition is futility, you can’t do Anything to quell the anguish that grew The scar that’s born of pain Shall burn my skin until you’re slain My abhorrence, and my disdain... Your dying flesh, to me, there is no greater gain You’ve raped my mind To see you suffer, no greater joy I’ll find My sadism grows A Phoenix rises from the burning winter snow The claws dig deep into your throat No one will be sad to see you go...