Bite the Pain
Look down at the bodyYou may see no trace of woundsBut in the eyeThe eye of the beholderOne cannot assume
Not a drop of blood is drawnBut you know how it bleedsBeware of the sharp edged weaponCalled human being
It is a shield of passionAnd strong willFrom this I am the victorInstead of the kill
I will not feed your hunger, insteadI bite the painLooking not back, but forwardI bite down hardTry to cover up the trail of deceitAnd daggers spawned from your soul
Acid, the tears of remorseFlow in vain, too late for regretsSave itFor the next ill fated game