by Lara Nelemans
I lay at YOUR feet.
You have my blood on YOUR hands.
I bow in pathetic suplication before your cruelty
And beg simply to be loved.
I know you for the coward you are
But in your cowardice I love you.
You were also broken on the rock of the world,
An Icarus to your dreams.
You have laid so much of yourself
On the bitter ashes
At the alter of life.
You are a burnt sacrifice,
For dead gods to consume.
Now I am the sacrifice,
To your biterness and rage.
With you I am broken,
With out you I am lost.