It's all in the eye; it's all in the gaze,
That I feel shy, deep down into the dungeon it's all just the same,
Tearing down in to my flesh no pain,
Cold blood runs, harder and harder
It clings on to the veins the feeling very difficult to perceive is exhilaration to annihilation
The peak of desire the utmost disgusted truth,
The reality, it's raining and with every drop every day I am reminded,
The darkness is very hard to keep, to be hidden,
Feeling quite foolish a jester of the world,
Making it known to be readable understandable is dangerous,
Yet I sigh again, yet I do breathe, yet I do express,
Each a risk of being exposed to the end of guilt,
Will I ever be exoneration from this silent act?
The soul such a playful mate, quite often a puppet,
Lost in the realms of ashes, of love and hate.
