(This is the one I love and I will not destroy her. Still I see her  bleeding in my mind. And  in my heart I know her death will destroy me.)  Now crumbles these dreams  Now hear my haunted screams  Now humble yourself before what I say  Now soon this lust becomes a hunters heart  And you and I the prey  Eyes turned down in shame(and back)  Too disgraced to shift the blame  Wedge into my ears dried blood  Burn my spirit with your souls fire  My skin it decays as I walk this wire  Wade through the lake of dead souls  Now think of me as a brittle cage  Do you need a love to sanctify, or innocence to crucify, how about me  Take my fingers one by one and slowly break them  Take my palms, then take two nails and drive them through my skin  Your eyes your hate testify to me  Your words are desperate, plagued by anguish, set free  Now it awakens from deep within  A blossoming flower of self hatred  Watered by our sin...and trying to over grow me once again.  (I guess it's too late to mumble a prayer for you now. How about if I  cry for you forever  now? I pray that you can forgive me that I might forgive myself  someday.)  (C)1998, Vert/Michael A. B. jr/Poetic destruction Inc.