Dear Antigone - The Breathing Process

You watch me fall over and over again

You watch me burn alive at the stake, swaying

Wake so now I may kill you once more

Wake so now I may taste you once more

Wake now my love

My dearest love of all that has become the obsession of the obsessor preyed

upon the obsession of the obsessor

My dearest apocalypse my dear obsession dear Antigone

My dear sweet agony

Dear antigone you are culmination dear sweet lover you are my death you are my

damnation

«I know that you would have rather laced the chords around your neck then to

watch me die.»

This time I pray you choke on every breath of your empathy.

I only hope to see

your flesh in the perdition

I wish we had burned alive that night, so by shreds I’ll burn your lies

You love your life your lies

Follow me now with my hands dressed in wrath

Thunder falls silent with guilt that the heart beats louder my lovers guilt has

eaten away her conscience

This time I pray you choke on every breath of your empathy my only hope is to

see your flesh burn

Follow me with my hands dressed in wrath the earth will be undone