Martyred Lyrics

It seems that oft I hang my head in shame
Of some transgression I had hoped to shed
The inkling that twas I who was to blame
Pours through my inmost soul unholy dread

From time to time I feel almost just
In naming the deceiver’s cruelest slight
And, chargeless, I can leave them in the dust
Of time and space hidden away from sight

But just when I am feeling almost free
A rotten tongue betrays my darker fears
It is then that I long to cease to be
And burn within this mask of frigid tears

And so it is as long as I draw breath:
A martyr to myself, and to my death.