why must i wear your skin?! with all its false and hated glory?
you bring me to the judge with crimes of falselehood,
with no choice but to go to the hanger i will bring down to see your sprirt.
to give you your new skin, lets see how you wear such a thing,
when you have doomed to my fate.
Yet you still make me play the puppet, painting your crimes away,with nothing but fevered flights, you will see the day i make thee with twine.
now leave me to my thoughts, for i wish illness apon your head, dear sister have you no brain? to treat blood like the grounds gthat weep?
leave my sight for you have taken my patient day away and mudered yo