The Final straw
No longer blind
To your wicked ways
Cursing me
Confusing my conscientiousness
Endless Agony
With no Relentlessness
Rid of a parasite
Rid of a malicious figure
My body, growers weaker
My mind, becomes bitter
Rid of me
Your Prey
My soul consumed
Turned to madness
Thrown away
Rid of a parasite
Rid of a malicious figure
My body, grows weaker
Frumoasele, I am your predecessor
Driving me to madness
I hope this lasts forever
It's not natural instinct it comes with time
What is real or fake
Thoughts in the back of my mind
There's nothing left within me
No more no fight
Damned, and condemned