This Is for

This is for the pain that’s yet to come
This is for the war that’s not yet won
This is for the scars and heartache that I’ve gained along the way
If it doesn’t kill me, then it makes you strong
This is for the scratches and the bruises that we shared
This is for the questions that remain in my despair
This is for the sins committed solely to repent
This is for the next, our bitter tears or sweet lament
I must take this khlyst
This dark and sickened heart
Shoot it in the back
And throw it off a bridge into the icy Neva