• NOTHING goes according to plan, does it?

    Though I sin,
    fear drives me further into it.
    All I can wish to do is get out,
    out of all this mess and all this sh*t.


    I quarantine myself,
    afraid of the secret getting out.
    Its hard to maintain hope,
    when salvation is still a doubt.

    I try to save myself again,
    and reconstruct my heart.
    But it's all useless,
    and just ends up torn apart.

    Even though I am in anger,
    all of the sin tends to linger.

    I hide my loathing,
    by this devils plan.
    For I know,
    this was by my own hand.

    It's time to give in,
    because I know what I am.
    Like the old song says:

    "I feel like I was born,
    for Devastation and Reform.

    Destroying everything I love and the worst part is:

    I pour my heart out, reconstruct,
    but in the end its nothing but
    a shell of what I had when I first started"

    This is the story about my deception,
    so I address this conflict with the uttermost attention.