Solitude is life’s brightest fire

But we’re afraid of

The slightest scald

You would rather ravage yourself

Than not speak of yourself at all

Do you remember

My surrender’s first blush?

No thing more vile

Than eyes that adore you

Because what is a man with nothing left to hide

Am i too weak to be wicked?

I hope you never know

When you see my face in a world of masks, does it look the same?

Self-control is nothing but my tired vanity on display

Everything has a slow decay

But contempt’s bloom is forever

Am i too weak to be wicked?

I hope you never know

If i bore you

I can never forgive you