Obsidian Halo - The Autumn Offering

I thank you for the scars

They are the lines that grace my wrists today

Have you come to collect the heart

Of the ghost you left of me?

The purest cloth drapes sinners

Fetid shove of lifeless need

In my heart she lies embedded

But I know she’ll never set me free

Fire burns my blood when I touch you

Your heart bestowed upon me

Now I prayed for a fallen angel

With worn out wings and a vampire’s smile

I was sent a broken angel

I’m still alone on this crooked mile

She’s beauty and death

Take my last breath

I’d gladly give it away

She’s wet on my lips

The scars on my wrists

Inflicted by her misery

So I’ll speak in fragments

My daily crucifixion

You can’t hold me anymore

Fire burns my blood when I touch you

Your heart bestowed on me

And you tell me that it’s art

And your tears are made of lies, lies

Hanging from your halo

Fire burns my blood when I touch you

Your heart bestowed on me

You tell me that it’s art

And your tears are made of lies

Your heart bestowed on me

Your heart bestowed on me

You tell me that it’s art

And your tears are made of lies

Hanging from your obsidian halo

The problem with the dead

They always come back again

Coking on your obsidian halo

Save your screams for savior scenes