It curls up inside me
i begin to shake again
Forgetting how to see
All i can do is remember when
i did those things to you

Whispering hypocrite
Loathing in me
Whispering blasphemer
Abhorring to be
Whispering damnation

Seemed so right
Until the night
When i opened my eyes
And now i despise
Every part
Within this accursed frame
Every time
You say my name
Every heart
That holds me dear
Every rhyme
That does leer
Back at me
Showing me
Vileness and pain
Hate's bitter reign
And i would feign
Be whole again
If only i could
If only i would
Break free of the evil inside
But i cannot hide
For it lingers still
That horrendous swill
That will never go away
For inside me it will stay

Whispering hypocrite
Loathing in me
Whispering blasphemer
Abhorring to be
Whispering damnation

Couched in goodness, evil sleeps.
Into the flawed gem, darkness seeps.

It pulses inside
As my wicked heart beats
My cursed blood flows
And inside it twists
It curls and writhes
And tenses up
My soul feels condensed
It pulses inside
And my tangled soul
Rips like silk

In my own hands.
In my own hands.

Nausea bubbles up
As goodness burns away
A torn paper cup
In which the water of life cannot stay
Unworthy i fall
And do not call
For anyone at all
Because it is my darkness
my Shame
my Guilt

Inside me the evil winds
Itself around my soul
All because i lost control
And now inside torment binds
What is left of my being
And with what's left of me i am seeing
What i have done
To You.

04/25/2004

Author's Note: The capitalization is used to emphasize the sense of shame and unworthiness the speaker feels.