Emotionally eclipsed by the fall from grace that I took. Slamming myself inside, I knew you were cumming by the way you shook Regarding my own misery I wore it like a glove, and what it is to me is the opposition of true love. I suffer madness in screaming silence without salvation. Immersed in sadness I still don't understand my damnation. I look to the sky while wishing someone cared for the two of us. Rehabilitating my actions even though my treatment was unjust. Those bitches swarmed like vultures over me in my pain. Just waiting to pick apart anything left that was still sane.