Last Word - Interminable Detriment

Flesh chasm, a crimson release of distaste
Color vacant, expression erased
I want to die, be buried alive
Ascend to your god and gouge out their eyes.
Is it selfish to feel like life isn't real?
Just shut up and deal with it
I suffer alone surrounded by shadows that reach for me
I never even had a chance to be a normal fuckin' man
To witness what it's like to be without a sense of tragedy
To feel the sun against my flesh and revel in a compliment
The problem was I couldn't see the help that sat in front of me
Outside the walls confine
From inside the torturer hides

Written by:
Chris Johnston

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