Blood On The Sword

Standing on the edge of lust
Crying out for fulfillment...
Never again with you.

Impaling my heart
No words could say
When the end comes.

Stomping down on my needs
Using me for the benefit of
A taste of false paradise.

Like a drug we come back
Time and again lost in
That nasty ritual...dead

Sex is a formality
For the game we play
The blood on the sword.

Tell me again when
Has the heartbeat of love
Stopped for us?

Will I ever see the
Heart of love reign
In our lives again?

Or will the stench
Of false lust
Brand us the whore?

~Raven
28 November 2009