I possess an illness,an addiction to your drug.A sip of rose wineand conversation intoxicates me,and I am left cravingthe petals of your rose.Symptoms of lonelinessand the longing for you,I have no regretsfor my addiction to you.Your beauty is thus...

Bested by faith. Corrupted, enslaved.Witness my downfall. My wits beyond doubtful.Up for discussion, confused by concussions.Drowned in my tears, I take beats like percussions.Leaking my scarlet, but I keep my star lit.Scarred by the martyr, alone in this mosh...