I search for absolution
That will never come.
You search for nothing
That doesn't ever cease at all.
I want your Soul
To protect and hold.
You want mine
To torment in icy cold.
You make me yearn
For the sweetly rancid embrace of The Grave
As you sadistically smile
Like The Red Queen's Knave.
Kill me now
Kill me then.
Kill me every which way
To the bitter End.
I still will love you,
Despite your best efforts.
And I will win
As you watch from your ramparts.
Be ready to fail,
I'll catch you as you fall.
I may seem frail
But I will be sturdy like a wall.
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