words from a broken soul

"TW" Sick Whispers "TW"

You hear them always
Ignore them they get louder
Always the same just do it
Why must you persist in this damned
Game you call life everyday they
Whisper in your head yet everyday
You keep on rising again why is that
You want death to claim you why not
Make the call yourself you don't fear
What's after life nor care where you go
Yet you never make the call have the
Knowledge but lack the action why is that
What fucking excuses you got this bloody fucking time
Is it spite, is it hatred, is it hope, is it pride, is it envy, is it want, what the fuck is it?
You can lie to yourself better than
To speak a truth you don't believe in
I'll always be here to hear your pathetic excuses
You hear them always
Ignore them they get louder

What point in your life do you feel human
When do you not feel like a ghost
Who's sole job is to puppet a corpse
Does the blood ever not feel like a curse
Will you ever stop drinking the poison
That you're own mind produces or
Does the burn not sting only soothe
How fucked is your head that you'll
Try to write everything off as fine when it's lying
In radioactive rubble who dropped the bomb
Take your pick it's anyone but you now ain't it
You know you're the problem you know it
Deep down you know but can't stomach it
The truth within the poison cut it with
Liquor it'll act quicker burn yourself
For what some twisted fucking dopamine hit
Couldn't give two shits about yourself
For fucking once save yourself you daft cunt
Yet you don't think you need to be saved
Or do you not feel like you deserve it
Which one on the metronome do you fall on
The cliff with a view or the rope promising silence
When does it feel like joy and not sadness
Do you even know what joy is or are
You that good at pretending to be something you're not
Oh wait looky here that's your one fuckin skill now ain't it
You hear them always
Ignore them they get louder

You smile for the camera
Smile for friends yet hide
The jagged mess in your head
Conceal how fucked your thoughts are
Lie to yourself that everything is fine
Knowing nothing truly is fine everything
Is held together by something you can't name
What's kept you alive yet has no name
Can't answer the question when it's
Unclear as to what the solution is can you
When you look in a mirror do you
See yourself or a corpse unaware
To the pulse beating in its chest
Does it register that your mask is fused to your face
A martyr stares back at a ghost
Question is which one is the lucky one
A dead person or the copy that was
Made from the corpse and shell left behind
Which one is real or are they both fake
Does a few memories coalesce into
The creation of a competent copy
Or did it create a flawed being unsure
Of what to do with this life he lives
All things are whispered sickly in your head
You can't escape them ignore them they get louder
There's no pleasing them either so
What do you do block them out for
Some sense of peace before they
Come back and start the cycle or
Do you listen to the voice and indulge in
The poisonous ichor before you do
Something that will only end in a tragedy
You hear them always
Ignore them they get louder