In Suffering (And Hell Followed With)

Your image, not forgotten, burns its place into memory; your name, a burden that I speak, weighing heavily on my tongue. I would hope that the sunrise would bring your body close to mine. But it only brings the ties binding me to agony. In my despair, I denounce you. Your flesh, merely a product of memory. Incisions buried deep within the warmth of your body. Close your eyes. A razor's kiss will bring you sleep. All I know is that your debts have been waiting to be repaid. I'm the reaper of your sins. I bask in cries of agony. Ignorance, the shackle that shall forever, stay your feet. Embedded within your heart, I shall find the root of your lies. I have suffered. You have not suffered. Embedded within your heart, I shall find the root of your lies.