The resentment against tempestuous beings no longer humble me
For I myself have become self deprecating
A suicide note long past signed
Yet it remains caught between my love letters
There doesn't seem to be a difference between them
My soul was sold to keep you, my old love
You gave me a smile in exchange for my tears
Agonizing weeks of backwards self recovery
Each breakdown worse than the last
I gave you my heart when it almost lost its rhythm
Yet that still wasn't enough

The resentment against tempestuous beings no longer humble me
For this jealousy of the world seems to engulf my being
And I lay on a crucifix with your name engraved in my spine