A Diamond for Disease

In denial of the thought that our feelings dissolve. You words were always chosen wisely, disguising all intent. Amidst the poetry, I thought I heard you say, “Let’s make a deal, a diamond for disease. Oh Christ, it’s off the chain, A diamond for disease…” Then the promise of never was as embracing as the act of strangulation. The idea of forever became the grandest humiliation. I keep remembering your words, spoken in the guise of an oath, the promise of never. Now never is all I ever receive, never, and the knowledge of your disease. Those two words spoken loudly, I do, the promise of never. Yet still I come, like a moth to a flame in assurance of pain. Still you come; a breathing death wish, with daggers drawn. Always denying the idea that the mystery’s resolved. Examined closely, understanding all intent. Amidst our screaming, I know I heard you say. “Let’s make a deal, A diamond for disease. Oh Christ, it’s off the chain. A Diamond for Disease…” If that’s you idea of forever, I would gladly take your strangulation. Your idea of forever is the grandest humiliation. You matrimony was silenced. All vows forgotten and the burden placed on me to aid you from the marriage bed. That’s when the promise of never became as embracing as strangulation. Your idea of forever, the grandest humiliation. Yet I never knew how loosely you used the word friend. In time I learned. This I cannot forgive, but only you know the truth. Your secrets, they follow, and shadows always show the path to the fallen, the liars wielding daggers. Take your skin away, wield the liar’s dagger. Because along this path are fragile whispers guiding me with guilt. And though they scream the faintest lies, they lead me to the knowledge that your words were chosen wisely, disguised was all intent. Within the deceit, I know I head you say… For now, for forever, from the start, this was the deal. “A Diamond for Disease…”

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025

I saw you wedding gown The prettiest dress I came into the room that night And made such a mess In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride With your ring in your hand Your eyes and your mouth open wide In my eyes Blood drops look like roses on white lace They won't wash away In my mind they're roses on white lace Straight from the heart So dead upon the bed You hurt me in the deepest way I'm crippled inside I took your evil skin away It's all cut and dry I saw you tonight and carefully took your hand With some smears on my cheeks I knew that you would understand In my eyes Blood drops look like roses on white lace They won't wash away In my mind they're roses on white lace Straight from the heart So dead upon the bed, still searching for your head They're never gonna find your face It's hidden away I found a very special place for you used to play In my own way, I lovingly kiss the bride With your ring in your hand Your eyes and your mouth open wide In my eyes Blood drops look like roses on white lace They won't wash away In my mind they're roses on white lace Straight from the heart Blood drops look like roses on white lace Crimson and sweet, stained on the sheet Roses on white lace, pretty in red, dripping and wet Roses on white lace, spilled on the walls, dark in the hall

Submitted by BloodShrine — Nov 08, 2025

To celebrate the guilt (the lies of whispering shadows) And tattoo their words upon your ever-scarring flesh. (Beaten, reject, follow) To make believes there is no guilty, to wield the liar's dagger, And clasp his hand to celebrate the countless unborn bastards. To praise the guilt some more, in the eyes of the fallen. Embracing the swine, this foreplay strangulation. (Beaten, reject, hollow) Though your disease is ever mine, I give you diamonds. And in an act to seal the oath, I gave you roses, be careful of the thorns. In your eyes I saw the end, and these were your words, the promise of never. Still in denial of the fact that our feeling dissolve. I took your evil skin away with the blade of the liar's dagger, And clasped your hand to celebrate your vile unborn bastard.

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025