Ange De Sang

Fading memories slip from my hands
As anger cloaks my eyes
Chills adorn my bleeding heart
Whilst you peel off the latest layer of skin
The end is near for you
I refuse to consider you a part of me
You're greedy and you ashamed me
You of no back bone and of no modesty
To think you are my father
I have grown fond of being without you
And smile at your misfortunes
You think you've won the fight
Yet I am the one on higher ground
Holding my sword high in the air
I may be wounded ever so deeply
But I emerged triumphant
For the tendrils of your lies did not set seed
And I stood my ground no matter the difficulty
You cannot chain me down
Nor can you scream me into submission
I have no faith nor respect in you
Misery is mine to bare
Shame shall be your crown
I'll never forgive you for the insanity you hold
For I despise you ever so
To think I once called you my father
And even said I love you
It makes me feel sick and weak
So look at me holding my sword
I may be wounded to the core
But I am the one who will be triumphant
And never let you defeat me