You've stabbed me relentlessly.

I bleed not of blood,

But of envy.

It drips upon the broken ground,

And falls into its own despair.

Silence hits the soul,

Like a strong sour flavor.

You will hear my wrath after this break.

As unforgiving your silver knife is,

You'll soon realize you've made a huge mistake.

A thief you are,

That only takes,

And never gives.

I wonder how you live,

In a body with a glowing woe.

A novice at heart,

But as a sinner, you are a pro.

Well then, shall I commence thy death?

Of you and me together...

In the language of unforgiven sin.