Woorden: Despised Icon. The Healing Process. End This Day.

Everything comes to an end. Castrate my tool, store it safely in a jewel case and throw away the key. Separation has tainted my comely sunny skies. Regret flows out of these open wounds. Rain on my parade. My confidence is soaked. Laughter has now lost all of its sincerity. Emptiness persists. I've never felt this much anger. A silent nemesis grins. I've never felt this much anguish. A pledge to inflict it tenfold. Shed these butterfly wings. Regain your larval state. Converge with every other insect. Your lips are sown with rusted barbwire. Swim in guilt to regain my trust. Stabbed in the back by a bitter secret. A portrait painted black. Shed these butterfly wings. Regain your larval state. My heart is abandoned on a silver plate. Her silence is as cold as a lifeless teenage corpse. Her delicate beauty has lost all of its purity. Her pale white skin marked by the foul sent of treachery. Castrate my tool, store it safely in a jewel case and throw away the key. Separation has tainted my comely sunny skies. I'll remember this day