The acidic taste still rapes my tounge 

The metallic torrent still rings true in my ears 

Unable to open my being to a soul 

Unwilling to share this out of regret and fear 



Here I stand with my eyes clenched shut 

Apathy is therapy until pried open 

By this subtle perfection 

By this sullen reflection 

By disbelief in intention 

Cleansed by the doubt that now consumes me 



I swore I could feel 

My blood falls like glass 

My eyes open at last 

Chokes the sky with my blood 

Drowns the world in my blood 

Teaches me as a boy 

Nothing is free but death



Why must I question this

Until another day, I maintin that 

My kindness is naught but a cross I must bear 

The pleasure of finding the flaw 

In these halls of anger 

In these halls of anguish 

Time allots for the chance to take 

That I 

Will take in time 

Unless it's passed me by 



And I'm about to be stung 

I've lived long enough to know it only lurks in fairy tales 

Addiction to a situation 

It's setting in, I'm giving in 

Deprivation now comprable to pissing 

Nails 

Fucking nails 



I witness my own death 

Every time I see your face 

Staring at me blankly with 

It's apathetic eyes 

I hide

Every facet of this realm 

Tearing from this inner womb 

The worm of adolescence 

Squirming in it's ashen grave 

What of this scent

What of this vision

If this is love 

If this is love 

How can it be real