8.The Weak And The Wounded
The end begins. I can escape as it pulls me further into
anesthesia. Tear down my sense of conviction. Corrupt my soul.
The end begins. In my eyes. In my heart. I have laid upon a
deadman bed, only to fall into a trap of lies and seduction that
rivals the greatest sense of love. Play it back until the voice
becomes just a sound. Penetrate my mind with all these images of
you. I have given up an angel kiss. Only to break apart your
path of trust and burn myself down. Struggle to the end; I scare
myself. I give it all to have it back. I could have had it all
in front of you all by myself. Love in my eyes, lust in my
heart. I made it all up. Lies, deceit empowers me, so it ends.
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