Dance Upon My Grave

Dance upon my grave,
And hear the angels weep,
Do not cry for me, my love,
For there I do not sleep.
Laugh at all my pain,
Feeling nothing in your cold heart,
Gaze into my eyes,
Watch as my soul is ripped apart.
Place your cold hands upon me,
Try to spread your ice to my mind,
Pain like hot knives spreads as punishment,
Searing pain, leaving me blind.
I can see my surroundings,
I can see my will broken and bent,
Yet I cannot see your cruel face,
Nor your crude intents.
I can no longer see all the punishments
You will inflict upon me,
I can no longer see what you wish me to do,
Yet so many things I can see.
I can see their acts,
I can see their clear pain,
I can see my death causing more,
I can see these things again and again...

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