Live or die, make your choice
To you this is a game, to you this is a lesson; to me this is my life
Rip the flesh and crack the bone, peek inside and see what I hide
Tear my limbs and dismember me, bit by bit you see the secrets I adore
Burn the entrails and twist me in agony; wring out the answers you seek
The key to this wicked sin is buried within the hollowness within me
Spill out my innards and see that I was always empty
This beating heart is blackened and charred
But it has stopped beating long before I played this game of yours
My blood on your hands, what do you feel?
The coldness in my veins, the fires of passion burned away long ago
Can you feel the darkness in my soul, entangling yourself on what was me
Do the secrets still agonize you? Will you play the necromancer?
Would you rip them from my carcass? Bore my eyes from my skull
Enticed by your desire would you violate sanctity and shred me to pieces?
Your lust for knowledge; there are secrets this earth was never meant to know
Toss down the remnants of who I am; leave this place with my blood singed on your memory
I am cold, I am frail; needle and thread I'll stitch myself back together
Just leave me for the crows

Very Cool!

powerful imagery- great write

nice...and welcome