Hold the guilt in blood stained hands with Deafening whispers and subtle
demands. Melt away the knowledge of purity. Tormenting words kiss the insecurity.
Cold lips mime, those who hate the plea of insanity. Tricks the soul to
play in the fantasy. Truth and madness struggle for air. Strangled by hopes, yet still growing despair.
A battle of illusions, a death in the mind. An untrodden path lay down behind. Grasp tight to the smoke of reason. Bloody hands hold the guilt of treason
