sin

Is it you?

Is it me?

Who’s the culprit?

What kind of trap is this?

Let me go.

Rather let you go.

Guess you’re happy with it.

Without me, yours truly

And so am I

While holding back

The artificial drizzles

Natural kind of catastrophe

Aches of somewhere in the core

You’re the prospect

I’m the suspect

But I was the one

Who’s wrecked

End this piece of crap

Just stab me on the neck