You are no longer the queen, and I am
no longer your wine-taster
You are no longer the object of my
misunderstood deification
You are no longer the princess, and I
am not longer you rescuer
I am no longer the object of your
misdirected cold affection
Completion; that is what I was
searching for
Masturbation; that is where I fell
bloody to the floor
Your prayers are not being heard,
because deep down I am still bleeding
Your god may be dead, but at least I
had the decency to bury him
Playing puppeteer with a corpse is not
what he had in mind for you he was dying
And now that I am alone, I am the god
of this darkness
Now that I am alone, I am the twisted
matriarch of this disease
I am alone now, and you can no longer
offer any release!
Blood from my eyes, lies from your lips
It's hard to smile when I am six feet
under
It's hard to smile with a knife in my
back
Quite the feat you accomplished
stabbing yourself and me!
This God of yours, what's the bastard's
name?
His chains wrapped us up good and
tight!
But I am free now, now I've seen the
light!
Nihil es. Et veni de nihilo.
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