Consumed by all concerns

Mastered inability to formulate from thought to speech

Scarlet-amber tongue

Picking off the innocents

A cold embrace would dull the ache

But pity's just so sweet to taste

Temporary blindness

Suffer for your silence

Lips dripping with guilt

As my creator's corners are curling

In the faded hour

A fix is found and self is lost

Black market flowers

Cutting lines that lead to the exit

Such a willing sacrifice

It eats me from the inside out

Pulling at threads of purest evil

To crawl back to where this dearest hell began