the end of a frail rope

I sense disturbing vibes of sinister character I choose to take hold doubtfully unsure Desperately damning the whipping boy; disbelieving Wishing for the chance to shake you to the core Enforcing beliefs of someones religion on us all Quietly, secretly plotting my own demise Finding myself slipping behind Not even a shadow to roam We romance with sin, yet pleading innocence Unable to shake the images away Burning all my imaginary photographs In love but not with this illness All the sameness creeps in around Finally killing this soul piece by piece My hands drip red what can i say? Turned off with all the lies I watch my failure unfold just as i hoped Yet the ground seems to hold these feet on uncertain soil Words get around but they dont belong to me anymore Can you will you forgive? Never really learned to love I walked off and sold my compass for cheap entertainment I beat the hell out of everything Tears made of bone pound out the pain the rythmic pattern of sorrow's unspoken words