The salt down your face
A crocodile's tears at a racer's pace
My skin so torn
Lost in attempting to be reborn
All compliments lay benign
A snapped cog in a crippled mind
The thrill of being desired left behind
As I walk towards the ruin to realign

The path has gone from cobbled road
To the dust and weeds of what we owned
The single straw for the thousandth time
This camel's back collapsed at the line
Mistakes run red, the bed's been made
We stare at a void where plans once laid
Cicada's cadence screaming loud through the streets
I will never fulfill that which you seek

"When you look at me, you look at hate."
"When I look at you I look at hate?"
"When you look at me you know what hate is. I don't know what love is. Two words I don't like to use is 'love' and 'sorry,' because I'm about hate."

Obtuse wording
Wrong language protruding
Eyes within the boiled blood
Spit-lined jagged angel's tongue
With fervor and conviction
Totem addiction
Dragging palms across the hips to the sky
Passions and fears quietly screaming out "Why?"
The path has gone from cobbled road
To the dust and weeds of what we owned
The single straw for the thousandth time
The camel's back collapsed at the line
Mistakes run red, the bed's been made
We stare at a void where plans once laid
Cicada's cadence screaming loud through the streets
I will never fulfill that which you seek

Wounds and scars so plain to see
Drenched head to toe in insecurity
Ego as crutch to mask the face
Constant feelings are out of place
Unable to walk, stood vultures feast
A feeble shell of collapse and defeat
Drowned and soiled
Displayed and pained
I'm walking past where columns once remained
Where columns once remained