Twisted pleasures of passion, pain.
Suddenly cleansed by this chilling rain.
I'm not myself, but nor are you.
And of this, my anger's true.
I'm a lost cause in a new found world.
My soul, truly, deeply unfurled.
I'm yet a broken disaster, born of hate.
My words, spoken upon this slate.
I'm no longer scene, but invisibly blessed.
My heart was so wrongly dispossessed.
I wish to die of causes unruly.
My words to you spoken so cruelly.
Tonight in this city that fell,
My soul, and yours, damned to Hell.
