Possessed by this obsession
                 With what will never be mine,
                   Broken in my devotion
                     To what I'm leaving behind,
                       Twisting and turning to break these chains,
                           Dropping breadcrumbs of destruction
                              Like a shattered hurricane.
Spinning on a groundless path                
With an unknown destination,                  
Viced in my impatiance                    
With yet another examination.                      
In theory I'm a saint, in truth I'm a sinner,                        
The line I dance between two lives                            
Is only getting thinner.                                
      I tear trees from their roots and
          hearts from strings, yet my
journey of ruin and      
    wreckage only
         just begins.