The Wretched One

Restless and fatigued, the words fall From this heavy tongue To break this curse. Another moment, sixty seconds of sheer frailty. This sentiment is all too familiar. And I have you to thank for my jaded perceptions. ‘Cause you are the reason I live in the darkest chambers Chambers of my heart. I saw the evil that was inside. I smelled the stench of your deception. I endured each burning embrace. I tasted the venom upon your lips. The desolation is all that remains. I'll tear out your heart as a bitter memory. As a sign of the disgust that I feel. As it grows cold, I'll shed a tear. But the angels will never speak your name. It's all for you For you, the wretched one. And while I watch the light fade from you eyes. The angels will never speak your name again.