Turning me
My conscience is calling me
It wants to shake the beast
The snake is twisting,
My thoughts into needling extremities

Reaction breaks me into fractions
Taking all my energies
Seizing my extremities
So much that I cannot feel now

This heavy heart
Heart that I carry
Still holds the weight of you
And when I fall
As I always do
I'm [bad word] by the absence of you

Perfection is there
And the expression a stare
face that leaves no trace of wear and tear
 [bad word] beauty is cold

Love and hate and human ual nature
This power is sustained by endless violence and pain
cycle I can't understand

I'm tired of emotions
They bare me with distortions
They cut me
Screaming " [bad word] me"
Wipe them all away now
Let them see through eyes made of stone