Bleeding indiscretion
He finds it hard to sleep
Wrought with self exception
Blaming everyone he meets
In the core of his obsession
So afraid of being caught
On the floor of his apartment
Where he gathers up his thoughts

Careless and condescending
Smothered in his own mess
He's left numb to feeling
His tongue is sharp but his heart is hurting
And in his depth he's screaming
For a healing

Bathing in deception
He buries memories in a grave
By his own admission
As he etches out his name
Feeding on rejection
Drowning in a pool of shame
On the road of cruel intentions
With the walk begins the rain

- Clara