Pit of Heresy

You trace the fractures in my skin like you wrote them there Every whisper cuts deeper than a blade laid bare I let you in like a sickness I could never cure Now I’m chained to the poison I was begging for You pull me under, I don’t fight it Every scar feels so inviting If this is love, then why’s it violent? Why do I crave the silence? You’re the fire in my lungs, I can’t breathe you out Every word you spit just feeds the doubt I’m addicted to the hell you make Every touch is just another break You’re the knife that I hold inside Twisting slow just to feel alive I know I should let you go—but I won’t now Your love’s a ritual, I’m the sacrifice Dancing on the edge of your paradise Every promise dripping venom in disguise Still I drink it down just to feel you bite You pull me under, I don’t fight it Every scar feels so inviting If this is love, then why’s it violent? Why do I crave the silence? You’re the fire in my lungs, I can’t breathe you out Every word you spit just feeds the doubt I’m addicted to the hell you make Every touch is just another break You’re the knife that I hold inside Twisting slow just to feel alive I know I should let you go—but I won’t now Rot inside me Carve your name beneath my ribs Break me, shape me Make me nothing just to live I am yours in every fracture Every scream you manufacture No escape from what you’ve made— I decay You’re the fire in my lungs, now I’m burning out Screaming truth but I still won’t shout I’m addicted to the hell you make Even knowing it’s my fate You’re the knife that I can’t remove Every cut is just more proof I was never meant to heal—I’m yours now