Inside, I'm empty
A void
My soul like a Flame
Is slowly burning away
It's like I'm waiting for time
To make me nothing more
Then a memory
.
The flesh wants to be fed again
Slash
Lines flowing red
.
I am my wretched memory
And the lines I can trace
Back to the beginning
.
The Lord of the Edge seeks entrance
But not where it's showing
The lines aren't meant
For the eyes of others
They must stay
Not knowing
.
Entrance granted
Lord of the edge
Beneath the sleeves
On the upper thigh
The chest and the stomach
The edge is sliding
Gliding
Leaving lines
Glowing red
overe lines whose glow is dying
And new waves of darkness leaving
The black and red bleeding
.
While the old one
Trailing
Leading
To the first one
And the wretched memory
The reason, you, behind it all
.
The memory
Of screaming the pleading
The blood in the stalls
A library of pain
Violence just oozing from the walls
.
The Lord of the Edge
Once again
Kisses flesh
And like lips, it starts parting
Vermilion liquid sleeping out
But unable to erase
The memories
.
The scars like walls
Holding them together
Each one, even fading
Leading to where it started
The beginning
The wretched memory
That's me
.
The blood thickly pouring
With the fear, horror
Hate an anger
Still more Lord edge needs
To remove it all
The thin, steel edge
Sliding, gliding parting flesh
Slowly, I feel myself dying
The Flesh is calling
To be set free
Goodbye me