lost in confusion,
of torture and illusion

your soul is what i need,
to stop this eternal bleed

your heart is what i had,
to make me hurt so bad

your eyes are what i see,
to make me what im not, but want to be

your voice is what i taste,
to realise im a waste

your breath is what i feel,
how can this be real

fade out in a charcoal grey smoke
leave your body, final toke