A Perfect Pseudocrity

As I fall
 through the depths
 depths of this abyss inside
 A cold swirl devours me
 Me of my last drop of sense
 Fallen way
 Way beyond
 From the archaic heights
 I now see
 See no black
 Only see colors so blind
 Reason obliviates emotion,
 Lust obliviates lust
 Time obliviates touch
 Numbness I left in thy crust
 I see the pain in your eyes
 Eating you from deep inside
 Guiding you to the scenes you've seen
 Again they light the torch of misery
 I see the pain in your eyes
 Feel my burning touch in your thighs
 Leaving you in the abyss of demise
 Fight thy haunting guilts tonight
 From a sense
 Sense so vivid
 From a life so rheotic
 I now live
 Live a life
 Emptied by pseudocrity
 Perfection thy desire
 Unholy cry for lust
 I see thy fixated
 To the chains of disgust
 Reason obliviates emotion
 Lust obliviates lust
 Time obliviates touch
 Numbness I left in thy crust
 I see the pain in your eyes
 Eating you from deep inside
 Guiding you to the scenes you've seen
 Again they light the torch of misery
 I see the pain in your eyes
 Feel my burning touch in your thighs
 Leaving you in the abyss of demise
 Fight thy haunting guilts tonight
 Reason obliviates emotion
 Lust obliviates lust
 Time obliviates touch
 Numbness I left in thy crust
 I see the pain in your eyes
 Eating you from deep inside
 Guiding you to the scenes you've seen
 Again they light the torch of misery
 I see the pain in your eyes
 Feel my burning touch in your thighs
 Leaving you in the abyss of demise
 Fight thy haunting guilts tonight