Dear Antigone

you watch me fall over and over again
you watch me burn alive at the stake, swaying
wake so now I may kill you once more
wake so now I may taste you once more
wake now my love.
My dearest love of all that has become the obsession of the obsessor
preyed upon the obsession of the obsessor.
My dearest apocalypse my dear obsession dear Antigone.
My dear sweet agony.
Dear antigone you are culmination dear sweet lover
you are my death you are my damnation.
"I know that you would have rather laced the chords around your neck
than to watch me die."
This time I pray you choke on every breath of your empathy.
I only hope to see your flesh in the perdition.
I wish we had burned alive that night, so by shreds I'll burn your lies.
you love your life your lies.

follow me now with my hands dressed in wrath.

Thunder falls silent with guilt that the heart beats louder
my lovers guilt has eaten away her conscience
This time I pray you choke on every breath of your empathy
my only hope is to see your flesh burn.

Follow me with my hands dressed in wrath the earth will be undone.