| Concentration, meditation, feel the Wounds inside your head, it seems like all of the past is dead, looking forward while hearing liar's. Violations, expectations, resentment, relentless, darkness, powerless to it, you are nameless. Shameless, until you think twice, three, four, try not to remember it evermore, deep inside your core, you see the body of life fall to the floor stricken by the snake of shame, don't you wish you didn't have a name? To change the contrast, and wear a different mask? Blame God, no don't really, just blame yourself, its the only way. Ask why, even as you die. Kill yourself slow, pretend it doesn't show, this is how it will go, when its yourself you only know. Desire, to make it end, let it drift, away into black emptiness, make it all you need, bleed, it heals the pain, perfect pulse of a black heart, pressure from self destruction, dieing, as your desserted by friends and family, the whole scene of being trendy died with your ultimate cry. To make it cease, just so you could ease your fucking mind! Its too late to lie, when its all gone awry. What will it mend, to never make ammends? who will it level, when your burning with the metal? Sky of terror, face of horror, wishing that Death would have been so much closer. |
