Inhaling Hell's Exhalation

Light touches on the surface
With no need to survive
Just a struggle to hold on
To the phenomenon "Alive"

Sucking in the black soul
Of a flaming meth
Mime of a raging shire
Stealing your weakling breath

Run; race their blood
Seizing the poisonous disease
Choking on their words so then..
Swallow them in a moderate breeze  

My poor soul-sibling
Wake up; the future is here
Oh, what a shame for you
To be the reason to disappear

Fog our vision with your mist
Responsibilities cease in myriad
The sour eye showers
To your masks, they're various

Brought pleasure upon a few zones
Dragged the pile of pain upon some bones
Broke their neurons of bars of stones
Robbed the irresistible thrones
Battling lungs with broken tones
Tearing drums to the resonant sones

Light touches on the surface
With no need to survive
Just a struggle to hold on
To the phenomenon "Alive"

The zenith of radiant lights
The weakest point of any sight
Forbidden from grasping further more
Reach out for nothing bright
You've brought that upon your right

Your love you've lost
Your health you've shunned
Your family have gone
Leaving you there stunned
Gasping in the atmosphere
Erasing every right in your fund
Close cover to your mouth
Your organs have bummed
Lids laze down slowly shutting
Your spirit has been gunned

Slam them back open!
It's not too late just yet
Turn off that fire
Shut down that hit!
Drop that sack of powder
In your life stay sit
Shun them out of your mind
And just bring yourself to quit