Monochromatic Stains

There is this face in the still water I can't remember ever wearing Like fingerprints on your heart Reading out the last lines of code To the untrained eye a secret I bled away the last of you Sought trust in shapes of combined results that trickles from a less than solid case Fought off attacks of resurfaced lust Burn the gracing grounds What will give in first the body or the lash Monochromatic stains Who will cave in first the leader or the fake Monochromatic stains This pile of ashes of a soul informant pokes abound These sickly little fingers Get away from me Tread not the path of least restraint each piece of evidence a lie, a lie The body, the face all items in place I don't remember a thing A sacrifice made to the loss of mind Folly a man's demise Track now the stains that allow my fall sickening, the sight of it all Never shall I claim my innocence I just was not there