A weakness named Constance

 I need to find a way
  to slay the beast at Temple S.
the tempest speaks in shifting lies
Condemning myself in others eyes

Constance, hear me now, foul sinner
I will hunt you down
And find a way to trap you in
then never let you out
The traiter fron within my flesh
Is suicides own dark unrest
Gripping me with talons deep,
betrayer, wait until you sleep

You will not convince me further
With promises
best left
undiscovered
I have swallowed your tricks before
and have found
the resounding shame
of having done wrong
My redemption will be of your undoing..
So my love..
You would do well....

To never sleep again