Broken melody...

Sailing on a stormy sea,
Fighting hard against the tempest,
Waves of anger crash down on me...

The irle is killing me..
The fire is hot and fierce.
I am backed up against the wall.
All this heat is overwhelming.
"Come and love me!" I call.
The flames flick at my face,
But it misses and catches my hair.
I am then engulfed in the blaze.
No one is there to care.

I take any pain
Just to see his face
And feel his hands
Or his soft cold lips against mine.
Watching him spill my blood
Sends me into ecstasy.

A knife, a life, your puncture heart,
I try to hold back the flow of blood
As it seeps between my fingers.
But why should I feel remorse?

Why should I feel guilt or shame
When you've tormented me all these years?
I laugh a nervous cackle,
But still relief brings tears.

Love is my sin and thy dear virtue hate,
Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

As I stand before my gallows,
I feel Death descend his blackened hood,
To drain the brightness of the sun,
So appropriate to my solemn mood.
The preacher whispers prayers of comfort,
But I am not afraid to die,
The only fear I cringe from
Is meeting you on the other side.