It Dies Today

Blood spills from unsealed wounds, baleful afflictions devolved from you,
the ones I love (I love), ripped from this world so young,
the ones I love, they are walking corpses.
I will not shed one more tear for you,
and these sutures have yet to bind my flesh,
I"ll burn this idol in effigy of you, my prayers bemoan a love untrue.
Know this, i"ve lost all compassion, shes cursed by her brooding, may I mar you father?
As to cut through your mask of benevolence, and reveal your vile burden,
I"ll make you live with it, you live with this.