Your Disease

You have gone too far,
This is all your fault,
I'll take more than a wish upon a star,
To save you from this assault.

Say your final lines,
Before I take your life,
I will show the pain that binds,
Just watch the knife.

Friends stab you in the back,
But as your lover there is a better part,
Here you pay for the morals you lack,
As I stab you through the heart.

Bleed away for you were wrong,
You never guessed I'd call your failure,
You never thought I was this strong,
And could make this cut fit for a tailor.

You will not die here,
That would save you,
Instead you'll live in fear,
For all that you do.

Look me in the eyes,
And smile at me,
You fed me lies,
And now I'm your disease.