Betraying the Martyrs - Love Lost

Wash this blood from my hands Today was the day that i slain a man, his name was love and i loved him more Than anything. Forgive me father for i have sinned, forgive me my lost love, for i will never Forgive myself. My mind is both plagued and blessed by thoughts of your death, I rid myself of This possession my selfish sword of which i cut you with cut you deep cut you Down Love Lost, you find that one, and you'll lose it all not for a night of fun, But a night of regret now watch her run, watch her run I KNOW I WILL NEVER FORGIVE MYSELF, MY LOVE, MY LIFE, IS LOST FOREVER. I constructed a path for you to walk away, built by hands of a lie with bricks Of shame, since the first one was laid there was no turning back, a Construction of destruction, i am my own demise. I AM MY OWN DEMISE . Today was the day that i slain a man, he was my heart, i have killed myself.Wash this Blood from my hands.There was never an option, i received what i deserved!