The Pavement Beneath Me

There's no turning back from where I stand, There's only mud, (and)blood, and ash, From the destruction, that erupted from the last ones heart, Now the pain is perpetual at last, Do flea from me all feelings of guilt, I didn't mean what I did, what I've done, Yet encompassing me is a deep felt remorse, That the strongest astringent can't overcome, In the darkness lays heightened sensory, Can you smell how her soul reeks of death, She stumbles along with trepidation, Not knowing which step is her last.