My sense, how their impairment embitters me
With each rise and fall of my chest do I breathe such failure
Painting this caricature of decomposition
I have stained the sheets of so fair a berth

I've wept for eons in the maelstrom of vile addiction
The hounds, their symphony accompanies no more
The ties of depravity, my heart now ensnared
How I have hung my head in regards to such shame
Morals conflicting my disposition

The discoloring of my will
Afflicting the neurotransmitters now prevalent in my despair
With Id-like intent am I enclosed within such parameters
Though mortified, I am not bewildered

Colossal defeat, I shall ascend your cliffs again
I have not yet rested in my grave
This will not be my undoing
Thine ashes encompass me, countess of all repulsions

In ruin have I fashioned such wounds
To forever reconcile these memories
I will kneel no more
Oh darkest of venoms, I draw thee out