Sweet Scars Of Torture
Sweet Scars Of Torture1 min 641 1 min 641
Silently you rest over this cold hearth, by my warm glass of wine
As the chill in this gloomy night grazes past my parched lips,
I let my fingers glide through, where once your fair crust used to gleam
I let my nails scrape across, where once your lips used to part in a smile.
Mesmerizingly I stare at those hollow eyes, bereft of their sparkle and shine
Whilst you murmured evil tales of forbidden dreams in those moonlit nights,
Alas now, all that is left are decayed remnants of hard bones and flesh
But forever have I preserved them with that unrelenting faith in rebirth.
Your love was there to heal, your passion to torment
But you chose to depart, leaving behind those sweet scars of torture,
My love was there to kill, embrace you close while I wept
But you chose to depart, leaving behind those sweet scars of torture.