eyes of celibates burning images worn down rotted lies lips dried peeling 

eyes separate our lives dead underneath your skin this blood's not mine you 

fucking whore you don't deserve my Gods you're a deified angel you leave me 

sickened in prayer it's the residing disease in me that sheds it's halos for 

whores it leaves my wrists cut with jaded tongues your eyes freeze my fire 

of innocence whores addictions souls salvation I said it I'm so tired so 

saddened I'm no coward please bury me they broke my wings in an attempt to 

divide a sickness from comfort of open wounds wide eyed I died