I have lived in this grief, Its name is vice. Grief was fire hidden away You looked at me like I’m your lifesaver I would’ve told you all about it; that how it tore me, I sunk, and drowned, and burned so deep I was to say I couldn't be your saviour instead, I withheld this vice in me and I would’ve told you all about it: only I loved it too much and it ripped me apart I am no saviour of yours leave me to be an indentation in this madhouse this haunting sorrowfulness was all mine: the fabricated belongings Have you walked down a chapel of uncertain fate: things that I hide I hide for my namesake you don't get it, do you? my vice was my blood, after all Only do I get to live with it, and breathe with it if I let it out, it would lay waste to cities and incinerate everything I’m no redemption for, turning my withdrawal into a graveyard of fallen memories in the name of my love, my grief is a fire hidden away I allowed it to be my armour, and then, you looked at me like I am your downfall.