Constricted in my own skin,
I cry for my release
Trapped in a world I made my own
Will you think of yesterday to mourn?
My flaws are open,
Displayed for your perception
Will you see what has been offered?
Shadowed by regretful words
My proclamation has been presented
Will you hear the words I've spoken?
Lost in a sea without a vessel
Drowning, here I tread
Will you grant me my salvation?
Or will you be my own demise?