Meghan E. Stacy - Confessional lyrics

Once, when the gray-green ellipsis peeled away from under his lids, like the skin of the hovel on Edna Street, held in disregard, I realized what it is to be wicked. In the cavities that remained I arranged a sundry of peuce-hued ills, their putrescence seeping between his lashes and forming a bruised puddle over the swells of his cheeks. I moved back a step to covet the creation, a**embled in my bouts of conscience; breathing in feeble rasps, each lily-laden sigh contorted the flesh of my nose until the shape lost all semblance of lucidity.