I’ve killed all of you
The blood’s on my hands
Took one look at you all
And never gave you all a chance
Because of the stupidity
And the barriers
Sculpted by my hands
They joy I could’ve had
Destroyed by my plans
All of my negative emotions
Dance and dance
The lion's claws scratch my back
The Blood running down
The noose around my neck
And the broken crown
It’s weight on my shoulders
My head still pounds
My ears still bleeding
As the sirens sound
My eyes rot in my skull
Been in pain longer
Than I can count
I’ve been tired
For so long
Broken wires
I feel so wrong
Like I’m supposed to be something else
Or something
Uncertainty
Guess that’s the thing
That vexed me for years,
Well that’s a theory
I think
I’d like to escape the fury
I hope to
But my mind is so
Eerie
In the back of my mind
Something i could live without
Turning my bright eyes dull
Rotting my brain with doubts
Restraining me with bonds
I try to shout
Aloud,
So there's
A chance
They’d ...
Hear me...
But I continue to bleed
My heart quickens
inscriptions in blood
I can’t take this sickness
Speaking in tongues
The virus breaches
Shaking violently
I’m left with weakness
I’m going mad
My world crashing down
I set the bomb
Killing those around
The survivors
Burrowed underground
World littered with corpses
In the blood I’ll drown
It’ll fill my lungs
And my brain will die
The bells been rung
Why should I try?
Swallowing the bullets
Fired from the gun
That I was holding
The bells cannot be unrung
The voices can’t be unsung
Death forms the immortal words from the tongue
Whispering in my ear
“You’re done”
The end has already begun
The bows have been strung
It cannot be undone
Forcing myself into submission
I close my eyes
Sickness driven
I don’t bother
To ask my why’s
reality bent and deranged
I wanted change
But not this kind of change
All of it bent around the rage
Of the lion left in the cage
Digging it’s Claus into the dirt
Yelling “Disengage, disengage”
It’s not like I can just turn the page
And add new ink
negativity has no age
It’s all over the book
I’m afraid
Of the monster
no one will come to my aid
Just going in for the slaughter
Who would have thought hell could get hotter
