Reflections of the past
Bring new life to old wounds
Lacerations to psyche
Infected with resentment, and then hollowed out
Forced to suffer alone
Cries for help minimized by those I loved the most
Not worthy of the air I breathe
Or this broken flesh, condemned to a life of grief
In this cursed existence
Not one solace or one drug to ease the pain
Longing to fade away
To be forgotten as I rot in a six foot hole
To be embraced by the warmth of black
Numbness, penetrate, and rest this weary mind
Not worthy of the air I breathe
Or this broken flesh, condemned to a life of grief
Spiraling downward into naught
As all hope begins to die
Inching ever deeper
Towards absolute ruin
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Deeper
Down
Encased in vitriolic torment
Catatonic and fixed in eternal sullen gaze
Wrapped in its caustic embrace
Through which my body withers