Ligature Marks

So here we are

Tearing at flesh to scar

Carving the mark in servitude of the dark

Realign the weaponry of your mind

A surgical strike

Nothing left to find

The ghost of sacrifices made

Lingering in the shadows

Perversion is the trade

So this will hurt in every way

But you will crave me

Beg me to stay

And it flows through every fiber, runs through every vein

Twisted energy. Tracing insanity through ligature marks

Bruises formed in the dark

Facing the music, you've never heard this song before

A solemn requiem, a shroud for your machinations and strife

Intent to euthanize

Empty sheet nothing left to deplete

The loop becomes complete

The void will swallow the melting stars

Suspended in emptiness

Torment turns to bliss

A stillborn genesis