Leech your stony knuckles to my brow
Excavate the valley where my soul once stood
and tell me what you find

Bury your treachery deep in my breast
and allow my heart to follow at a tasteful distance
Lean onto me the fertile tones of your voice
but cut me loose of your chords
**** my minds thoughts and ******* your prayers
on the corner of Lonely and Broken

Death be to me all the things you are not
Shuttering, staggering, stuttering still

Compromised.