She likes to make me bleed myself from the arms she can't touch. She likes to bore deep into my eyes and make a nest in my rotting mind.
When I see her, I always foolishly think she is a symbol of my one time innocence. She was pure once, but now no longer can I exalt her above my own flesh.
When I see her, even in the deathly representation I see her in now, I smile briefly, she was beautiful once, but now no longer can I see it for what it was.
A beast does not remember, a beast is not troubled by evil. So if man is a beast why I am tormented this way?
My love she was, in all her pure beauty
But no longer now exalted above the
flesh
She's like a caged bird in my mind
A painful memento of times long dead
Repulsed by own my thoughts of what
she could be
If she only knew the depths of this
depravity
I stare into a broken mirror and her
face is all I see
Rivers of blood rain down from my eyes
Memento Mortem is screaming, screaming
back at me
My light in the dark she used to be
But no longer now held above the abyss
She's like stolen secret pleasure for
my sickness
A tormenting memory of when I smiled
Disgusted by my own impulses driven by
her name
If she only knew what she did to me,
she would hide in shame
I stare into a broken mirror and her
face is all I see
Rivers of blood rain down from my eyes
Memento Mortem is screaming, screaming
back at me
My music she used draw it from me
But no longer now dancing in the dark
She's like a lie that is told for a
laugh
A half forgotten blood-stained
photograph
Infuriated by my own ideas of what this
life was meant to be
If she only knew what she meant to me,
she'd see the love in me
I stare into a broken mirror and her
face is all I see
Rivers of blood rain down from my eyes
Memento Mortem is screaming, screaming
back at me
