The Kill.

Shimmering behind my eyes
Twisting and turning in the bloodless night,
Phantoms of memories too soon forgotten.
Distant screams and aching laughter
From the pain you have begotten.

There's blood dripping from the knife in your hand, Judas,
Why did you make her scream?
“Silence little love of mine,
I promise you'll feel everything.”

You stole her from her lover
When you stole her life away,
You tore out both her brother's hearts
When you tore out hers today.

There's blood dripping from the knife in your hand, Judas,
Why did you make her scream?
“Silence little love of mine,
I promise you'll feel everything.”

Your smile as you killed her betrayed your happiness and glee
As you suspended her dying corpse in lethal misery.
“If you will not be mine, love, none will have you dear”
And softly you kissed and killed her after whispering in her ear.

There's blood dripping from the knife in your hand, Judas,
Why did you make her scream?
“Silence little love of mine,
I promise you'll feel everything.”

And now she is immortal in your tomb of endless sin,
For centuries you stand there, Judas,
With that same sadistic grin.
Every night you clean those knives and
Hold close that jar containing her heart,
And you haunt the dreams of me now, Judas,
Saying, “You too I'll tear apart.”

There's blood dripping from the knife in your hand, Judas,
Why did you make her scream?
“Silence little love of mine,
I promise you'll feel everything.”