With a hand on the heart as it beats it last I rescinded my words through the movements I have made in life,
Taking back that what I had given and opened my eyes anew to the world before me,
It may have been a wicked temptress that drove me to this place,
But it was not the owner of my sins created with the hands that spread themselves in front of me,
For they were mine and mine alone,
But the time it took for me to see thy fact,
Bore madness with it,
I succumbed to a fools lie which was my own somehow,
Twisted into an image that I did not recognise,
A shadow of another time,
Of another me,
Of the beast that hides beneath my flesh with its wickedly toothy smile…
