The sands of time drink up the precious blood of your youth while you hide from something you can't remember.

Forever entranced by the grip of your self-induced misery.

A broken hand blaming everything it touches for the pain.

Seeking forgiveness for every word, embracing things you shouldn't disturb, Another failure providing the agony we all deserve.

Shattered by the answers to the questions we refused to ask and when the misery hit, you only thought of yourselves. Cross the waters at the burning bridge, suffering to survive. Behold the nest of vipers cursing a serpent.

Marked by a shame unforgettable, a blessing from the blinding shadows.