| Let the diaphragm sink and wash away this memory
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| I’m immune to the thought
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| This open jaw, laid on the ground
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| Incomprehensible acts can’t be ignored
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| Can’t dislodge this pain that I only to purge and redeem
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| From where did this bitter hate come? |
| This profound scorn?
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| This persistent degradation?
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| Alone and reduced, the dry air cracks the skin
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| The pale discolored heart nearly requires resuscitation
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| Amputate this target off my back
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| Disrupt these cross-hairs, steadily attached
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| For you it was nvy and entertainment
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| But you assignd it to deliver a climate of torment
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| Using the leverage. |
| Temporarily possessed
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| A scar, a stain, an un-erasable event
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| Blocking fruition, blocking my vision
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| This early tribulation built upon myself
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| Character flaws produced distorted adolescence
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| Shattered ego, it was submitted to shame
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| What gives the rewards for coping with this pain?
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| You want to take my heart?
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| You want to take my pride away?
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| And leave my with these scars
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| Something that never goes away |