Broken Malice

Take out the glass shards from my palpitating heart
Have blood flow down your arms as a stagnant reminder
If the stains won't scrub away consider it my last gift
Set as evidence of our red dawning apocalyptic end

Blister, heathen fires must scorch blackened souls of the damned
Retch at the scents of defeat as they take over crisp air
Once you removed the ax from our relationship's chord
Killing any chance I could ever have for happiness and love
Even as the words say go, I know you can never leave me
Now the control shall be in my hands and mine forever more

Here in the kitchen will be the last room for our time
Enchanting candle light reflects in your pupils as we stare
Against the odds we fought, and you against the ropes
Ready or not, the time has come for acrid goodbyes
Till the sweet embrace takes your breath away