Anathema

Where did happiness go

Everything's killin' me, crushin' me slow

You're my love, my pain

A curse I can't endure

An anathema that kills, that burns

Yet for it, I yearn

Your touch is a scar

That I still crave

A prayer for relief

That finds no grave

So why do I even pray

When I heal, only to tear again

You've become my pain

A curse I can't endure

An anathema that kills, that burns

Yet for it, I yearn

Our bond is a wound

That never heals

I sip the poison

As agony spills

Why does hope feel heavy

Like the weight of a stone

Why does love feel like

A knife pressed to my throat

Even with you in my arms

I rot away in the dark, all alone

Oh anathema—my sin, my cure

I beg for the hurt, I beg for more