Tearing down my flesh ideals
Feasting upon my open veins
I once called you friend
I once Called-You-Friend
I took your hand
Even though it was made of broken glass
I called you friend
You think I forgot
I let it go
You liar, betrayer
Serpent
Not enough blood could be shed
to repent for your misdeeds
You will be dragged down
You will feel the blunt pain of hitting
Bottom
And instead of my hand
Will only be the wrath you so deserve
