In this blackened room I lay,
My mind in simple disarray.
Buying lies I've sold myself,
For nothing more than a memory from my shelf.
I'm left to rot,
Just as you taught.
Each eye nothing more than an empty hole,
Dealing a heavy toll.
You feed off it,
Like a worm from a pit.
Devouring my sanity until there's nothing left,
But a rumor of a theft.
