The Pain is Still Mine - Ihsahn

The word is easy

Dripping sweet and cocky from the tongue

Vaguely describing the taste of blood

A distant cry arise

From the fathomless well

That is my soul

I can not hear the words

So I throw my heart in

Like a coin

And wish that it would sink forever

A purpose, a sacrifice

Or merely temptation?

Is my solitude anything but a perversion

Of my vanity?

I never cared for this weak inclination

This paranoid tendency

To flock

And in between all the noise

All the guilt

A silence would carry my spirit away

From diminishing obsessions

Away from fools and poisonous flies

The birth of a dreamer

Behold, an angel of vengeance

A lion

A sword of fire

Alas, the burden of my heart

Is violence undone

Pain unfulfilled

Silence

When I finally cut deep

Into the flesh of guilt

The un-naked body of shame

And the veins of repentance

Open wide

Sending rivers of blood

Into my mouth

The pain is still mine