The Score
By Helena •
Break my arm so I will feel,
make me bleed to see.
The ghost of what we had is real
and it is haunting me.
Chose to sever the ties
that bound me to that place of pain.
The devil came and took my hand,
led me so far astray...
The importance of that pact
can not erase
the innocence of one disgraceful act.
so... slit my throat
and watch me die
a thousand deaths or more
for even death can't free me now.
Mark one to Satan's score.