The Weak And The Wounded by Silverstein

The end begins. I can’t escape as it pulls me further into anesthesia. Tear down my sense of conviction. Corrupt my soul. The end begins. In my eyes. In my heart. I have laid upon a deadman’s bed, only to fall into a trap of lies and seduction that rivals the greatest sense of love. Play it back until the voice becomes just a sound. Penetrate my mind with all these images of you. I have given up an angel’s kiss. Only to break apart your path of trust and burn myself down. Struggle to the end; I scare myself. I’d give it all to have it back. I could have had it all in front of you all by myself. Love in my eyes, lust in my heart. I made it all up. Lies, deceit empowers me, so it ends.