Devour this cold, sinful soul
I don't deserve your helpful hand.
I always dig myself in deeper,
I am almost always dealt the same hand.
Bleed me dry and stop my breath,
My seams, it seems, have come apart.
Oh God, I hate what I've become,
Freeze my mind, and stop this numb heart.
How blind am I to not have seen,
How cold my soul's become.
The walls I've built around my heart,
The hole I've dug, has left me numb...
Give up on me,
I'll only pull you down with me.
I don't want to be your falling,
Please, lose your grip, and set me free,
My wonderful darling...
Submission Name: Release.
