Ligature Marks

So here we are Tearing at flesh to scar Carving a mark In servitude of the dark Realign the weaponry of your mind A surgical strike Nothing left to find The ghosts of sacrifices made Lingering in the shadows Perversion is the trade So this will hurt in every way But you will crave me Beg me to stay And it flows through every fiber Runs through every vein Twisted energy Tracing insanity, through ligature marks Bruises formed in the dark (dark) Facing the music You never heard this song before A solemn requiem A shroud for your machinations and strife Intent to euthanize Empty sheet, nothing left to deplete The loop becomes complete The void will swallow the melting stars Suspended in emptiness Torment turns to bliss A stillborn genesis