With a cry from the lowest depths of hell
I envelope the anguish that has been following me
The oozing of my heart from the fate of your hands
still pumps with life, though I’m sure I can’t take another breath
My mind aches with the memories that will not go away
Through the foggy haze, my delusion convinces me that you will stay
Then with another pump of your fist, and an even tighter squeeze...
you remind me