Twisted and decayed with love gone wrong,
Times too hard to retrieve properly,
Blocked and guarded by the repressive control switch,
That you wouldn't touch if it was a lover,
Whom you would bite and torture if you couldn't find something better to kill,
Like that caged one you can't let escape,
But you want to set it free,
So bad you can taste the blood that was pulsing in the veins to your heart,
That exploded in your face and ended all you could enjoy and find pleasure in.
I sympathesize with this unconsiousness that you empathesize,
I'd do anything in my power to bring your carcass back to the mental plane of the living,
If only I wasn't dead, too.