Love Lost - Betraying the Martyrs

Wash this blood from my hands

Today was the day that i slain a man, his name was love and i loved him more

than anything.

Forgive me father for i have sinned, forgive me my lost love, for i will never

forgive myself.

My mind is both plagued and blessed by thoughts of your death, I rid myself of

this possession my selfish sword of which i cut you with cut you deep cut you

down

Love Lost, you find that one, and you’ll lose it all not for a night of fun,

but a night of regret now watch her run, watch her run

I KNOW I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF, MY LOVE, MY LIFE, IS LOST FOREVER.

I constructed a path for you to walk away, built by hands of a lie with bricks

of shame, since the first one was laid there was no turning back, a

construction of destruction, i am my own demise.

I AM MY OWN DEMISE.

Today was the day that i slain a man, he was my heart, i have killed myself.

Wash this

blood from my hands.

There was never an option, i received what i deserved !