Still here, still air, nothingness Conscience is compromised Fading like a dying fire It's the numbness I've come to know A sadness I once would greet A song of a lonely whispered number for a name It was here that I held you so close Where once I couldn't bleed Where once we shed our skin It was just the humor in angry suffering We need not think, we will not forget the punishment for those who knew My soul is insignificant My heart is made of tempered glass So it soothes and it creeps Twists your neck and spine Years of tyranny have made your bed Gentle breaths and seeded tongues, for they'll speak if no desire, to be or be , questions only digress the mind, a slow deteartion of the physic, will bend and break to the sound of someone's desperate cry If you wipe your tears before they fall They cannot stain your soul I only wish to keep some remnantce of you Anything, no matter how small In my shrine of your bated flesh The spiders crawl and tides roll in Offering assistance for those to forfeit If in the next life or here after I hope we don't meet, I hope your a changed serpent , some creatures never settle for less I hope you burn, and be born again, the circle, the cycle it all comes back around...