I have gone so long without real friends,
that I’ve forgotten how to obtain them.
I’ve spent too much time on priorities
that I fail to remember what they were.
My sacrifices lay on an alter
for a demon that has long since been slain.

I have hated myself for forever;
not being angry is foreign to me.
I am trying to change, but I’m failing;
And I go on to try, and further fail.
Jewels and gold line the pedestal
of the in-animated sacrifice.

Pleasure is swirled within the goblet;
Liquid death and tantalizing deceit
take their due toll on my shadow terrain.
On this ashen alter, I pray of change.
Take the needed deeds for which I must cope;
I make this my greatest sacrifice: Hope.