I was compromised by the foolishness (self-absorbed lies we tell ourselves) of an unwilling play toy, twisting my fevered dreamed marked by the blood of a virgin sacrificed on the blade I somehow held in my hand (more lies!) the cockroach called for my regurgitated words to be held against me on a trial by fire, there was no time to beg, no care (NO TIME) misery has made its assumption on my fate, my hand had bestowed its denial, my soul (LIAR!) has been cast into eternal damnation for a crime that was not mine (lies slither off your tongue like the waves of a dead sea brushing the beaches of a shore that is slowly eroding away under its salt grasp, hinder your lies and accept the fate YOU desperately deserve!)
