These broken souls you left in your wake,
in an effort to conquest a craving that could never sate,

these luminescent scars that will never fade,
along the seams of the heart they made.

Hold silent testimony basked in the moonlight of your betrayal.

A mistake that made your grave, penitence not given by denial.

You broke without paying, that which has no cost.
A debt that can’t be paid, so your soul you lost.

Soon, you’ll see. Your vision clear from your painted day.
You may have taken many casualties, but mine, was not one with you to lay.

For now, your lies that shadow your mistakes, follow your footsteps.

A path, that leads right to the foot of a grave that won’t be kept.

You’ll be my demise, that which I can’t resist.

You’ll be my reaper, my love and my apocalypse.