The Tears Will Rot

Did it taste like sorrow
when your cold lips touched mine? Was a new day born when you kissed me goodbye?
A cold knife in my throat trace the soars from my heart shut me down take my everything rebuild a new me. To rip you apart now blackheart it's your turn to suffer.
My spilt tears cry for vengeance. Just shut me up. See the rot you caused.
See the pain you caused.
See the sickness you caused. Demon, you will bathe in the blood of the innocent.
Soon there will be no more hate, or love. I'm in the right. You're in the wrong.
I punish.
I welcome descention.