Disenchanted by Fi Byrne

This was the inevitable end
the anticlimax to a debauched trend
A real life Dorian Grey
just a different vice in the modern day


Can i forget what I've done?
or forgive who I've become?
Can we ever be absolved
when it's our sacred soul that we've appalled?

I’m drowning in a sea of dread,
but it’s my own hand holding my head.
I'm sinking to the bottom for a purgatory rest,
a broken soul with a dagger, through it's hollow, ravaged chest.