Act of Contrition

Feel the cold hands upon me

Recollection of my betrayal

My betrayal!

It is not the pain inside yourself

That tears the deepest wounds

I drift along suspended in shadows

Cold memories escape the haze

With sobriety comes recollection

It is not the pain inside yourself

That tears the deepest wounds

It is the pain that you create

That consumes your very soul

A specter of despair

Built on good intentions

It is not the pain inside yourself

That tears the deepest wounds

It is the pain that you create

That shreds your very soul