My Enslaver - Tarot

Clean puncture and now she’s gone

But her spell still carries on

Can’t touch no one, can’t get out of my shell

She left me burning in this lonely hell

Through the restless night souls wander holding on

Through these cold nights that never come to dawn

She’s still my enslaver

Where’s the heart that I gave her

My sweet enslaver

I hate her

Shades drawn growing lunacy staring

Staring from the abyss ahead

Longing for the sight of the face that I hate

Grinding teeth, raising the dead

I get so scared of the cruel dreams I see

Scared of her shadow coming to claim me

She’s still my enslaver…

I hear voices, whispers of resurrection

Sounds like tombstones corroding

Laid my love to sleep with heart impaled

But I can’t escape this dark forebonding

She’s still my enslaver…