• With every lie
    With every breath
    a feather in your wings
    turns to
    cold
    hard
    steel
    bringing you down
    inch by inch
    enveloping your heart
    with murderous fear
    how ironic
    that that which once lifted you
    will bring you down
    i bet you didnt believe
    when i said i would curse you
    i bet you didnt think
    when you left me
    that i would serve my revenge
    perhaps youll think of what youve done
    when death glides nearer
    and demons tear your thoughts apart
    and you will feel
    a freezing cold in your heart