I'm Crashing Now, I'm Pulling Down.

I'm crashing now, I'm pulling down.
The curtains in which you hide.
You never thought, I’d dare deny,
The existence of the only God.
Upon yourself, you took my heart,
And dashed upon your brow.
The sign of hope, you killed us all.
The fingers sign of dexterity.

Alas, to no prevail,
A poorly constructed description.
Defecated the metal slurr,
Of a wench without a heart.
You grabbed my neck,
And then you slipped it in on in.
The empty seed, your lonely shell,
And Lord knows I’ll vomit it all back up.