The Remains

Your inner body increases my hatred inside,
Revealed to our nature, I begin to die.
Plastered with a blindfold, she would always stay,
Until I shattered the cross and we began to fade.

I wonder what it will do to me?
Burning my lungs like it's hard to breathe.

What am I supposed to do?
Being forced to keep my mind on you.
What was I supposed to say?
I hate living this fucked up pattern everyday.

Her artifical remains from what's left is me.
You melted a poison upon my skin,
You melted this poison through my skin.

Now take a look what you've done to me,
Burning my eyes with a long term seed.