Lletres: After The Burial. Fingers Like Daggers.

Your feminine fingers are like daggers
Tearing me apart, with each caressing stroke
My scars unravel cruel history
Our love was stab wounds and lusty kisses
In your eyes I see wasted tears for wasted years, and heartache, heartfelt for granted
You left me with nothing but the desire to overcome
This gaping wound from where you stole my vital organ
But keep it with you, a trophy for yourself
Still you linger for another gaze
Die away from me
I wont stand by while you plague the air with your lies and deception
My shirt stained crimson, from long nights of anguish
These scars are forever, but this wont be eternity
You wash away guilt in the oceans of my tears
I will drown you