There's no mercy there and I can see that now;
I'm left wondering how blind I was to your lies.
It's all there, a thousand secrets buried inside--
a million horrors and nightmares, all in your eyes.
Sacrificed, I lay cut open--
soul pulled out and my blood still running;
Woeful, willful-- I have been so blind, darling angel;
Too mortal to understand your need, your curse.
What a great trial I put you through, troubled fae--
The cruelty of my nature, I see it in your eyes;
the pain of every night's endless torture--
the ripped silk of a bond pulled too taut.
The stone is cold against my back--
the altar is firm where my heart falters, weak;
All the world around me turns to faded black,
except the figure of you, pale and luminescent.
The reflection of the fire, of the torchlight--or hell
I see it there--it's in your eyes and I can see it;
I understand it now, plainly, clearly--the pain;
how could you love the horror, the burn?
I am the destroyer, the possessor--controller,
I relinquish the power as I sink back to oblivion;
Inside, outside--all of me fades, bleeds--dies;
Reverberating there, the truth echoes above your lies.
"I hate you," you whisper, the darkness on the rise--
"I love you," I correct for you--because it's in your eyes.