She and myself

And I've been here wondering about truly faith and even trying not to betray my true self And I have been just sitting here, gazing myself not quite asleep. Surrounded by blazed ebony which may fail to erase such a shadow dancing over the trees, following me every time after my feet. Pale illusions quivering to death still pushing into my veins. To whom she may call? To whom may know who she is? Though she's not. And we've been here, with blameless sin inside me. All the while she pushes me to watch the spike of each thought, wondering still whether we shouldn't kill.