I continuously provoke this obsession,
suffocating myself with perverse aggression.
Illness controls me, distorting desperation,
agitating the room with manic vibration.
Your cold fingers slid down my spine again last night,
desecrating the sanctity of modern spite,
violating innocence, molesting a tomb.
Now I'm selling my soul just for dignity's doom.
And I don't want to stare at a ghost anymore,
lighting candles, dissolving in useless allure,
but with a dull sword and another shameful sin,
cruel insanity carves you back into my skin. |