There is nothing left for me here
As I lay amongst my entrails their presence is still clear
The smell of my own decaying flesh fills my lungs
The suffering has only just begun
Suffocated by the weight of my own mistakes
How much more can my body physically take
Why do they keep me here
I thought the end was surely near
But I am left rotting amongst the smell of death
What else would you do when this life of agony is all you ever knew
I pray for the day that my consciousness fades away