You know that I know, that I can't be trusted,
this fear that has been instilled into your palms,
reaching for the hope of normality to settle over
me, the spirit of holiness to drench out the satanic
way that isn't right for you, the fact of it all is that
the point of breaking has began to break over me,
a new stage is loaded and cocked to fire.
Seeing is what you don't know, the physiological
thoughts your spawned character has grown for you,
the paranoid delusion set inside, the walls that begin to
crumble yet your lost inside, the despair over loosing
what you have always had a loosing grip on.
Your own flesh and blood aren't of the same, leaving
and expecting the torture life has to give, the cold that
stays untouched you touch to keep a bind over it
forever, and time has elapsed away, still the smallest
objects bring upon a persistence that has persisted to
purposely test my boundaries, it has worked, among the
other things, the twitch of fight comes out to take its
place.
