My Dying Love

My Dying Love don’t you pray for me,
There’s no such thing as immortality,
There was you, then there was me in pain,
Hurt, Battered, bruised in hopeless disdain,
No secret smiles, no love so deep,
Could make up for all the tears I weep.

My Dying love, there you lay,
Amidst the cold and dark enslaved,
The heart that once beat
in tune with mine now pierced.
As I walk away I will not cry,
Your serpent tongue bled me dry.

I try and reach out to you once more,
Then I realize you’re no more.

Though once bitten shy twice,
Crawled to the altar of sacrifice,
Endured driving you in your hearse,
Your lifeless body, much less the curse,
But was easier than tormented moments,
With you in the flesh and so alive.

Sickened by you,
Believed your ruse,
Now crowded pews,
Singing funeral tunes.

As I walk away I will not cry,
Your serpent tongue bled me dry.