Senseless steps taken blindly in agony   Grasping for something for air for purity   Words just hanging there like a hook missing bait   I have no pigment to define this shape      The notes of decay   Learned from the mouth of violence   I sang them everyday   Till I became a silence   I say that I am okay   Cut edges and pretend   That I have a heart that I can mend      The hands that used to be a part of me   Were tortured by my demon's destructive needs   From pieces of ruin I will deploy   I'll construct a pretty temple to destroy