To Take Comfort (In Yesterday's Scars)



I wonder if she was too dead to care if I taste the blood of Christ. Her 

heart was weak and frail. I'm drowning in the blood of Christ. Her tears 

now overflow, falling on hollow ground. Muffled screams escape, the gag 

tied around her mouth. I swallowed her soul, suffer this revenge under 

my dead heart. I was the devil in her only nightmare, I was the devil in 

her dreams. Now that she's not breathing, I've set my demons free. She 

is not breathing. I'm drowning in the blood of Christ. Her corpse is 

scarred with shame and tears. The sight induced my pain. This dead black 

heart once fed the smile of a girl with no name. To take comfort in 

yesterday's scars.