Your heart is still as stone, my love
(Or at least, it so truly wants to be)
Yes, I have known that long enough,
Pardon my insolent iniquity?
Still and sharp as the rock beneath,
Cutting all those who mistread, my love
Yet in all its obsidian sharpness,
I thought it a diamond in the rough
My diamond in the rough, my love
Yet it’s my veins you choose to mark?
Once with nectar, now with poison,
Anyone ever mention how you shine brighter in the dark?
But, I fear not, my fellow mortal,
trapped in this sea of mediocrity
For I have seen the morbid future
and by killing me, you have set me free
And when I have drawn my last breath, as decreed by fate
your soul shall harken unto me
But it shall be far, far, too late
And I will not even haunt thee.
For the die is cast, words of the spell spoken
There remains only the way to be free
A heart, finally, still as stone, my love
And it pardons your insolent iniquity.