crawling in between the damned and the divine
sorrow left to weep at the grave of time
impugned with nothing less than hypocracy
eviscerated everything that was meant to be
a stolen moment without so much as a care
a hidden secret causing memories a scare
it was once written now a lingering lie
among the fallen wishing to be high
a common symptom to a problem that is in the mirror
with each day of distance it can't get any clearer
within my own thoughts there must be a compromise
within my own heart It's me I really despise
spoken upon the lips of whispering winds
in destitution there is only sins
there is no mystery, there is nothing to see
there is nothing here, it's the only part of me
