• Your a bad memory that has failed to die,

    A paradox of bloodshed and sacrifice,

    For I am next to feed your master,

    Because you make my heart beat faster,

    That blade inching ever closer,

    My life is going on a foreclosure,

    Making you laugh over and over.

    Your a sick one,

    Drinking my blood from your blade,

    But you come towards me,

    A smirk on your face and weapon in hand,

    Grabbed by the neck and forced me to stand,

    Forcing me to obey your demands.

    To hell with your kind,

    Is what I try to say,

    All just choked out in vain,

    But I hear my name,

    Your trying to be smug again,

    So I try to damn you the best I can.

    You've got me nailed to the floor,

    I think your stabbing me for a score,

    Four times in a row and then eight more,

    I am feeling more than little sore,

    From the cuts that began to pour,

    Cold and bleeding still on the stone,

    Screaming hell but no sound to tell,

    Within your bloody circle I lay prone,

    But I am still never alone.

    Your standing above me,

    Staring in disbelief below you,

    I'm still bleeding yet I am breathing,

    Defying     you every minute I'm alive,

    And though I suspire,

    I am breaking,

    Sinking below the surface and no longer faking,

    Laughing at you as though I am insane.

    Now you are the one staked to the floor,

    You couldn't take me anymore,

    I have your heart in my hands,

    Ripped out by maddening power,

    Reveling in the soft flesh,

    As if it was a delicate flower,

    All for me to devour,

    I am now what you once were,

    Because you are no more.

    I am no longer the sacrifice,

    For now I carry the mark of your vice,

    But now I am alone,

    For there could only be one of us in this world,

    Damned for an eternity in every view,

    Tainted by the paradox that is you,

    I will never forget who made me true