My nocturnal transgressions upon the hour;
I seek the truth, my lips are sour.
I humble again, what is becoming,
a nightly whimper my flesh succumbing.
Silence becomes the voice of reason;
agony follows upon my seasons.
My feelings of bliss, I do not feel,
my time alone, these scars don't heal.
I scourge all things, from now to yore;
to lose myself even more.
I robbed myself of dignity;
I succumb malignity.
I quiver with fear,
as dawn draws near;
I humble again what is becoming,
a nightly whimper, my flesh succumbing.