You say im childish due to my sickness.
You inject your arrow of poison into my heart.
You figure i love the sound of your ring of doubt.
You lock me in the cellar of your guilt.
You force me to swallow the smoke of pain.
You say my skeleton should be invisible and be perfect.
You believe my horror is final.
You think you speak the opposite of discourage.
You lost the infinite of my forgiveness.
You interrupt my delicate happiness.
You destroy me.
