The Deed Is Done
by Despair· from As We Bleed
Hide far, far away, Above me, below me. Just to mask your shame. The fact remains, you bask in vein. How does it feel to cause one thousand cries? Behind closed doors, you and your whore. Left this family lost and alone. The deed is done. You broke her faith, broken faith. Severed trust commitments rust. Unforgiven. Burn within. Wash away this poison love. Father, betray, astray, you are disease. Mother, bruised and broken, left to bleed for me.