offers

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, I've fallen victim to my demon lust

Should I do anything to escape? What should I do to be yours?

I've stopped and I can't trust and I'm still behind closed doors

There's nothing I can say that'll change the way it'll play

Singing sorrow songs, crying from insanity, idiocy
How hard should I try, or is it suicide?

“The fire which seems extinguished often 

slumbers beneath the ashes.” Pierre Corneille