The Life of All Flesh

she knows me she cares not
when i scream
she will bleed
i cannot remember what i have done
but my nails are torn and my lips are cold
what has been done cannot be wrong
but a sense of guilt runs through me is this the way my life is to be?
the life of all flesh is the blood
what little faith that i once knew
has turned to dust and my love has died with you
broken skin beneath her nails
a violent struggle to the end
as the blood drips from my chin
and coats the nape of her neck
the nakedness of her pain
excites the grief of my heart
what is this pleasure i feel
what kind of man am i now
white and lifeless she remains
the twisted smile she could not hide
heartless to the bitter end
mocking me once more in death