Paradox

Your a bad memory that has failed to die,

A paradox of bloodshed and sacrifice,

For I am next to feed your master,

Because you make my heart beat faster,

That blade inching ever closer,

My life is going on a foreclosure,

Making you laugh over and over.

Your a sick one,

Drinking my blood from your blade,

But you come towards me,

A smirk on your face and weapon in hand,

Grabbed by the neck and forced me to stand,

Forcing me to obey your demands.

To hell with your kind,

Is what I try to say,

All just choked out in vain,

But I hear my name,

Your trying to be smug again,

So I try to damn you the best I can.

You've got me nailed to the floor,

I think your stabbing me for a score,

Four times in a row and then eight more,

I am feeling more than little sore,

From the cuts that began to pour,

Cold and bleeding still on the stone,

Screaming hell but no sound to tell,

Within your bloody circle I lay prone,

But I am still never alone.

Your standing above me,

Staring in disbelief below you,

I'm still bleeding yet I am breathing,

Defying you every minute I'm alive,

And though I suspire,

I am breaking,

Sinking below the surface and no longer faking,

Laughing at you as though I am insane.

Now you are the one staked to the floor,

You couldn't take me anymore,

I have your heart in my hands,

Ripped out by maddening power,

Reveling in the soft flesh,

As if it was a delicate flower,

All for me to devour,

I am now what you once were,

Because you are no more.

I am no longer the sacrifice,

For now I carry the mark of your vice,

But now I am alone,

For there could only be one of us in this world,

Damned for an eternity in every view,

Tainted by the paradox that is you,

I will never forget who made me true.