The Stolen

Blatantly devoted,
Outdated and outmoded,
Let us get this fire started,
And see those ashes scatter.

Sinning's just for pleasure,
Playing the saint is just too dull,
Sweating blood just for the sake of it,
And searing off your skin,
Wasted years of your self hatred,
Coming back to haunt you now,
With these endless repercussions,
That find fault with all that's gone,

All alone in your room now,
Digging through the memories,
You know the past is gone,
But you'll never just let go,
There is a hole there at the bottom,
That you will never find,
Disposing of the things you need,
Leaving you deaf, dumb and blind,

So the reason I have a smile,
When you ignore the things I say,
Is that without these complications,
My dear you'd fade away.