A mist becomes a fog
A ring becomes a shrill...

Flashy, silky, satin cloth,
Embellishing all that is me...

When your heart stops
And loneliness had reached it's end...

Feeling your wrath
Penetrating my soul...

Lying restlessly on the floor
Listening to the clock ticking second by second...

Apply me to you.
What do you get...

Swallow me, then spit me out
Cover me in hatred...

Unable to drift away
Rest is not an option...

On a pedestal I stand
Tall and strong above the rest...

Soft, demented whispers from you
Devour my futile soul...

Empty thoughts, shallow mind
My head has drawn a blank...

A thousand needles injected
By you. Stabbing through my frail skin...