Walking past the erie windowless pane,
Forgetting the blight your words fabricate.
I lose sight of mind while in tireless pain,
Searching to only ease the deadly state.
The wind slowly brushes my tired face,
Waking me from this depression I trace.
Finally I sense the truth behind this,
The demons I have bought bring the death kiss.
When in Hell I counterfeit a new lie,
Asking myself how the fuck I belong.
Slowly realizing I didnt just die,
I have prolonged this desire and wrong.
Tortured by eternal inspiration,
Withering beneath the endless serv'tude
Within this everliving damnation
I am engrossed with the eternal fued.
But somehow I move on inside like now
I keep a smile upon my hardened face.
