Below my solitude I abstain. Above my bitterness I grace the lie.
Sinking alone I severed the chord, drifting into the wide. It
lies below this tragedy, this suffering. Life's blood flows out
of me. The deeper I sink the more life flows out of me. Drifting
towards the light I see torn from my home to be. Hook clawing at
my flesh guiding me through my journey. Drowning in a see of
rusting faith. Killing your dreams with bleeding mistakes. A part
of her dies to