Vehement Indignation

This is the sound of a broken heart beating
It's not just a sound of a clock ticking

Today I lost my innocence
condemed with imminent conscience
Because of my shrewd foolishness
I'll taste the wrath of darkness

A dreamer of scherzo resounding
a shattered glass of sheer surrounding

I was seized by threat
then sourpuss by debt,
Bludgeoned to death
In this fading crept

Entagle me around your arms
With your promised little alms

I'm standing still in this facade were in
where nobody can stop this sin
Curved to imperfection
by this broken heart beating.