You give me a cold disposition, hang nails,
Attached to planks, reminding me of all my mistakes,
You refuse to allow me passage, even a glance inside,
But I see it beat, you say for me, a rhythm I trust,

Boiling skin off my face with your coy stares,
Shedding invisible tears when you compare me, your gods,
How insignificant I feel at their names mention, detention,
Repression of the dying feelings when you tell me..

How great they are, wonderful, them and their luck,
You play around, lusting, reminding me they are better #@$#s,

-tence