The Baptism

Asleep, I'm haunted with these dreams that show

how this final year of life

has reborn me into sin.

Tonight, I had a dream of what's to come,

and yet I wait here silently

for your betrayal to begin.

What was once warmth upon my body

in your kiss and your caress,

now daggers in my skin.

You told me it would never happen…

O Shatterer of Worlds,

please don't shatter mine.

Let this wash you away.

Let me rinse myself of you.

Hold me under just one minute more

to drain this poison from me,

so I can once again be free.

Awake, I feel sick to know that all this time

I felt for you with borrowed heart

through this emptiness you send,

of false compassion, vacant smiles

to try and save this dying world.

Where does it get you in the end?

Without a face you'd never thought would leave,

but you've forgotten to remember,

but you'll awake tomorrow to this emptiness again.

And you had to make it happen…

O Shatterer of Worlds,

you cannot shatter mine.

You can have your manipulative smile.

I don't want your tainted virginity.

You can have your meek facade and piercing eyes.

I don't need this fake security.

Take back this emptiness you leave me with,

this emptiness you give away like it's a gift.

I don't need you as a friend.

I just want myself again.