This is the one I love and I will not destroy her. Still I see her

bleeding in my mind. And

in my heart I know her death will destroy me.)



Now crumbles these dreams

Now hear my haunted screams

Now humble yourself before what I say

Now soon this lust becomes a hunters heart

And you and I the prey



Eyes turned down in shame(and back)

Too disgraced to shift the blame

Wedge into my ears dried blood

Burn my spirit with your souls fire

My skin it decays as I walk this wire

Wade through the lake of dead souls

Now think of me as a brittle cage



Do you need a love to sanctify, or innocence to crucify, how about me

Take my fingers one by one and slowly break them

Take my palms, then take two nails and drive them through my skin



Your eyes your hate testify to me

Your words are desperate, plagued by anguish, set free

Now it awakens from deep within

A blossoming flower of self hatred

Watered by our sin...and trying to over grow me once again.



(I guess it's too late to mumble a prayer for you now. How about if I

cry for you forever

now? I pray that you can forgive me that I might forgive myself

someday.)



(C)1998, Vert/Michael A. B. jr/Poetic destruction Inc