Lletres: Despised Icon. The Ills Of Modern Man. Fainted Blue Ornaments.

The acid reflux in my throat hasn't appeased my taste for bitter blondes
I've twisted so many necks and now their souls daily blind my mind

Your presence, I took for granted
I deceived your confidence

I'll never achieve emotional numbness,
Nor will I enjoy a single peaceful rest

Your presence, I took for granted
I deceived your confidence

Your angelic hand touches my venomous spine
through overwhelming nightmares
I now stand under this Damocles dagger

I'll kill again to lighten apathy towards me
The amazing brightness that makes you so precious
and exceptional tears me apart

I need your presence but my shadow is tarnishing your radiance

I feel remorse but unfortunate events
make my world uglier this morning
Repentance hurts but not enough
Let's start again tonight