Breathing In Air, Permiated, Soaked In Darkness,eminating From Within, Resonating Like A Scream No One Can Hear. I Wear This Chaos Well, Though None Should Save Me, Desperation Keeps Me Here, My Need For Innocence, The Place Where I Began. The Abyss Becomes Me, I Wear Thic Chaos Well. Are These Not Words Of Herecy? A Venom On My Lips? A Poison? My Spirit Impurified With Everything I Choose To Say. If I Could Shed My Skin, The Layers Left, But Not The Lessons Learned, Would Not Undo What I Have Done, Or Grant Forgiveness In Some Better Day.