Woorden: It Dies Today. Bridges Left Burning.

Though your presence is nonexistent
Your vile stench still looms in my every memory
You have planted a seed that has sprouted
Into an undying enmity that shall rear it's putrid face

And maturated upon the apologies that you have delivered far too late
And the heavens collapsed to hell, creating a Mephistopheles being
That possessed you with a sense of depraved indifference
I wish I could have absolved you of the succubus the one with fiery skin

And the unbecoming nature in which it clenched your mind
Was it I who thrust the blade through your back rethink this question
For it was you who let your perceptions distort
The most perplexing of those virulent amends

Now I'd like to rip your still beating heart from it's blackened cavity
I hope her mournful tears singe your gaping flesh wound
And your black heart will be pounded to dust and whisked away in the wind
However I will always hold a place in mine for you

And all the detestation's your name brings
You set your bridges ablaze
And left them burning