Constant Suffering (Corpus Christi)

Compassion, a possession I do not obtain I belong to no one, just a lost soul with nothing to live for I once had a friend, but now she lies in pain She belongs to only me, I have nothing to live for anymore Sympathy, I have never known I belong to my own sorrow I once had a lover, but she lies alone She belongs to only me, and I shall not see tomorrow I guess it was I who murdered her But she was most deserving My suffering shall show me the way of murder I shall lick my wounds and clean the dirt out of me With my knife in my hand, and blood from my eyes I walk along this lonely valley With my heart split open and empty inside I wander through this emptiness that has taken so much out of me