death of the maker

You loved me though I wasn’t me
You cared enough to create me
Now that you’re lying there
And I am standing here
This wicked blade must not serve
Cut off my threads and though I love you dear
I will never quench the pain you fear

The blood will dry
The pain subside
On broken hands of you, I cry
Never did I doubt that you would die

My Master
My Maker
My Judge
I lied

Forget me not
Forgive me not
Lest I perish and die forgotten

The blood I spilt will always remain
And serve to remind me of my pain
It was all in vain

The dream has ended
Take these broken pieces
And mend them together
The form created will never serve
But create a pain that you will fear

See into the future
Realize your destiny
You will create
The doom of eternity

Love me not
Lust me not
For I will undo the threads that you caress

And so it will play
Like a dream in the rain
And never will you wonder
Nor will you fear
For I was here
And you were there
The wicked blade
Did gleam a tale
Close your eyes
Embrace the pain
And whisper you love a second too late

Leave me not
Take me not
But never forget I loved you as well