Tragedy in my hands
I am Brutus
I hold the dagger
But how cruelly it turns yet on me again
Bloodthirsty as it is
How much must I witness before it no longer hurts
Curse my heart and its twisted words
Deceived my head into believing love
The heart, the true masochist
Nothing more now than a twisted whole
Smashed into nothing more than a broken soul
I’m sorry, I’m no longer, was never in control
Not of these wayward actions
This familiar stranger yet again takes me
Takes my voice and my face
But I sit and I watch the fires grow with enthusiasm
Too often have I seen these flames
I’m sorry for these my wayward actions
Forgive me as I throw myself into the flames
Only then will they leave me alone again in the dark
Only then can I forgive myself, for now
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