Confessional

Intrinsic rot, traces of future

Your past will rise haunting you again

Tonguing the glue stamp seal of your fold

Cased in forests of black steel rod

Vines of nerve float downstream

Sections of horror

This is something you must never do again

Falling spiral down

You know not what you are looking for

But it will find you anyway

I've confessed this disease to you

Handed you a key to control

Fuel for your malicious intent

Punish me for my failure

Dissect my faith, twisting my trust

Never, no more, I'm alone