Portrayal Of Guilt
Self-Inflicted
The limbs burn bright on the saddest day
In the darkest night
Your torturous gaze
As the substance fills the blood in my veins
I feel myself becoming what I hate
The limbs burn bright on the saddest day
In the darkest night
Your torturous gaze
As the substance fills the blood in my veins
I feel myself becoming what I hate