The Shrouded one, ruled by regret
These fears like rope, tied around my veins
My skins in flames
With St. Peters cross
Branded like a slave the damaged know how to survive
Do you feel safe? without the blame?
What consumes the mind
Controls your life
I've learned I do deserve this
I beg
God Please kill the weak
That insipid smile, It's glaring back
I followed you
Through the keyhole from my room
Ingest my brains, Consume control
I've lost my sight of vibrancy
Anxiety breeds the weakest seeds
The echoes are my only friends
Because monsters do exist
God please kill the weak
