I fear
I doubt
Dragging shackled despair
I carry my own key
My own cell
Searching through this misery
For faith
In anything
I play the executioner
And spare no mercy on my soul
Quarter me like a witch
Surviving the drowning
Let me repent
If only
I could vomit them
Let your blood saint them
Crucify and die
Find the glass slipper
And give me the poison apple
How many hail marys
For a slow suicide?
