There is this face in the still water

I can't remember ever wearing

Like fingerprints on your heart

Reading out the last lines of code

To the untrained eye a secret

I bled away the last of you

Sought trust in shapes of combined results

That trickles from a less than solid case

Fought off attacks of resurfaced lust

Burn the grazing grounds

This pile of ashes of a soul

Informant pokes abound

These sickly little fingers

Get away from me

Tread not the path of least restraint

Each piece of evidence a lie, a lie

The body, the face, all items in place

I don't remember a thing

A sacrifice made to the loss of a mind

Folly, a man's demise

Track now the stains that allow my fall

Sickening, the sight of it all

Never shall I claim my innocence

I just wasn't there