The Shaded side of the blade,
has received the blood to be paid.
My Flesh did not receive the blame,
for my soul has taken all the fame.

My Virgin body doesn’t ask for anything more,
yet My inside screams for it is a whore.
even thou I have nailed the pin on the point,
it has proven not to sooth my misery.

I feel your razor dividing my soul,
you have made me no longer whole.
Now I am so empty not even the darkness may enter,
You have tilted my center.

As I fall to the ground
I realize what I have found,
A small medallion with faded bronze script:
"THE SLAIN SOUL WILL LAY TO REST,
WITH THE ONE, WHO SLAIN THEE.
FINALLY THE SLAIN WILL REST,
NOT FROM THE WORLD JUST THE USELESS REST,
NOW TO LIMBO THEE AWAIT A LOCKED CRYPT."

As motivated as the undead I sit in aw.
How was it that you found my flaw,
that I myself didn't notice what had me raw.
This is nothing I foresaw.

Soulless I am.
Soulless I stand.
Soulless I have become
and soulless you run

Widowed You made me
Widowed you raped me
Widowed you hate me
and widowed I run

If I where
not
who I am.
I could
Not
Blame myself.

As you can
see that I am
the one who
I began.
This was
my
doing
no way
of
renewing.