Scratches On My Gravestone

| Restless Heart |

Pretty peepers pop open, refusing to close

Despising myself on dreadful nights such as those

Stuttering beat in my rib cage, old, damaged load

The darkness that haunts me now becomes my abode

Abode of contention, deception, exemption

Dreaming of future ademption, my redemption

Redeem myself from morphing into one of them

Swayed by the melody, I give up my rhythm

It stems from the restless, the weight of the slaughter

Slaves of the poisoned rain, drinking the bad water

The bitter, the burning, the poison, the power

Please prevent my own tears from joining the shower

My core aches, my spine breaks as I pace pace pace pace

Insane brain marinates in slow, violent space

Forgotten and hazy, follows diluted stain

Forever and ever, for these are called ghost pains

The heat keeps me awake, bloody mist in my breath

I choke on the truth, I swallow down my own death

The death of a mad man, the death of a reason

Reason sitting behind the bleakness of season

Scared of the sinister, faring worse in the light

Watch me, crumbling to dust at the bright, burning sight

Life disintegrates under the malicious sun

The star of my loved one, the son of the lost one

The last one living, growing, thriving in spirit

The pace of perfect peace, the calmness, they fear it

They are stirring, the pulsation gets me thinking

A stimulated past has my poor soul sinking

Present goes deeper and deeper, under my skin

Spreading faster and faster to punish the sin

Chemical corruption corrodes contemptuous

Hatred's inscriptions, love's war ends inceptuous

Disease in my veins, the coolness of senseless shame

I lie there, cruel conscious rewriting its name

A new scratch on my gravestone engraved in my heart

Maybe, I... I should never have lived from the start