Ling

I lay in bed and stare at the ceiling

Motionless, it is helplessness I'm feeling

I'm worried that it's with the devil I've been dealing

I'm afraid that my moral sense is peeling

I now know what it's like to be stealing

Everything that once made you so appealing

The images of your agony are reeling

In my head you wont stop yelling and squealing

When I took your skin, it was certainly revealing

This destructive path is only just a seedling