Im walking a tight rope between rage and bliss. Anger and fear give way to the silence of tears. Arms bent in the quiet catacombs of your hell. Face down in the mud ridden back roads of insanity and mistakes. Remove the film my love. Wash it clean with southern rain. Bring me to my salvation. Caress my skin with your addled touch until I am redeemed. Freed from the burdens of guilt and shame. Release me from the chains that bind my broken soul. So that I may search through eternity for the preservation of your mind.