My senses, how their impairment embitters me With each rise and fall of my chest do I breathe such fire Maintaining this caricature lacking opposition I have stained the sheets of so fair a berth I've wept for aeons in the maelstrom of vile addiction The hounds, their symphony, accompanies me no more The ties of depravity, my heart now ensnared How I have hung my head in regards to such shame Morals conflicting my disposition The discolour of my will, now afflicting The neurotransmitters now prevalent in my despair With Id-like intent am I enclosed within such parameters Though mortified, I am not bewildered Colossal defeat, I shall ascend your cliffs again I have not yet rested in my grave This will not be my undoing Thine ashes encompa** me, countess of all repulsions In ruin have I fashioned such wounds To forever reconcile these memories I will kneel no more Oh, darkest of venoms, I draw thee out