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I feel torn apart a vile misfit fallen |
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Deep into affliction of my hollow mind |
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The sense of suffocation grows inside my lungs |
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When I wake into truth, |
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I'm back among the blind |
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The truth of lies disenchanting my eyes |
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How can I survive? |
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I can't stand being alive, alive |
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Gods of rapture enshrouding my eyes |
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I try to hide then slowly |
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I die, die |
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My past laugh at me from the other side of negation |
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Untying the lasting few cords of common sense |
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Submerged into the flow the rapids of addiction |
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Too weak to push it back a worm without defense |
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My flesh fading, undressing the bones |
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Behold me, naked cadaver exposed |
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This my abuse |
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I can't take it no more, no more |
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The fragile truth sneering at me |
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With teeth pressed |
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Like thrusting nails into my head |
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All my life |
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I regret |
