To Take Comfort (in Yesterday's Scars)

I wonder if she was too dead to care if I taste the blood of Christ. Her

heart was weak and frail. I'm drowning in the blood of Christ. Her tears

now overflow, falling on hollow ground. Muffled screams escape, the gag

tied around her mouth. I swallowed her soul, suffer this revenge under

my dead heart. I was the devil in her only nightmare, I was the devil in

her dreams. Now that she's not breathing, I've set my demons free. She

is not breathing. I'm drowning in the blood of Christ. Her corpse is

scarred with shame and tears. The sight induced my pain. This dead black

heart once fed the smile of a girl with no name. To take comfort in

yesterday's scars.