(I wish I could do all the things I say
Maybe I should just talk less.)
Why do I feel like a deceiving lover?
Cheating on my words to no end
They're bruised and bleeding, these words
They're dying, waiting to rot
But how much more rotten is this mouth
That spills out these words and abandons
Like a heartless mother deserting her baby
The empty words just like orphans.
Guilty reeks out of my skin
The stench polluting my body.
My soul burrowed into an empty hole
And I am falling into myself, disappearing.
They are avenging their decadence
They taunt at me, their creator and slave
Oh if only they could forgive me
Maybe that will stop this slow death.