Kiss me, kill me

kiss me and kill me again,

With your fake smile, with your fake love,

do your best to hurt me like before

to push me in the deep of hell again.

No one will hear my shouting of pain,

burning inside with the demon's sword

praying for forgiveness of the lord

imploring for one day to cure my pain.

Several times you do the same,

drying my tears with a hand of thorns

drying my heart with all the forms

until i forget my own name.

The feelings had left this impure soul,

a life full of the empty spaces,

scared in the dark with the evil faces

abandoned in the shadows like a crow.

To make up for this poor life,

The death will come with clemency,

a body bleeding inside with mercy,

and my sins will rest in this blade knife.