Crimson erosion in all unintent,
I drown in the excess of values I've spent
Carotid disgust stifles my own ascension,
I choke on the taste of my bitter declension
Unstifled, my lungs work to further my shame.
My pulse pushes me into taking the blame.
I wait, I watch, I move not my soul,
for what I turn into I am not to know