Chronic fever
Split into my veins
An automative chaos
Abandoning and constrained
Wanting reassurance to validate the days
Desolate reflection of what I've engrained

Gasping outward
Sucked into this vortex
My own failed sight
With a still herd and cowardice
Nothing replenished
Nothing replenished
Nothing replenished
Nothing replenished
All hearts teeth stitched into pale sins, right where fade
All worn thin
Sucked into vortexes of fear
Hoping the darkness consumes
Existence to which we are burdened kisses curses on all souls

Stretched through a tunnel unfound
Perturbed masses shifting through sound
They are the ones none talked about
To be left with the feeling of unloved homes
Swallowing loneliness
Trying to cope with a failed lense
Building it all

That day I needed it
Needed something
Needed you
A lie held in crevices
Crevices containing

Stretching arms outward

Unhallow me
Distancing between
Where I'll look down
If I am to fall into their hell
If we are meant to fall
Our love will destroy them
Consuming you
Consuming
All efforts wither and buried beneath
Couldn't gravel at the thought anymore
Forgive me
Destroying
Forgiving
Destroying once more
Burdening once more
Spiraling downwards

I'll write in screams and anguished dreams

On a body that no one understands
On a body that no one understands
On a body that none understands

I feel myself hung from the rafters
Hung from the rafters as art

When every single day
feels worse than the last,
I don't want to have to cut myself open
To explain myself to you
I shouldn't have to
I shouldn't

And if I take my life,
Who would brush my hair?
Who would brush my teeth?
Would anybody care?

The earth
The dirt
The worms

Nothing
No one

And nothing ever escapes the end
And I've synchronized reactions to fall apart
Or withstand in turmoil
Is our youth all that we have,
To lay further inward
Ever graceful into oblivion

I don't want to

Corners bleak
So I pour them out over the sunlit floor
Until totality fulfilled emptiness
Arms tucked into your stomach,
Unbearable and unknown
What follows,
Ever graceful into oblivion

I've given in.

I feel further from god
And I feel further from earth
And I feel further from all of the things
The things which I should put first

'Cause I don't know what's left to do
And I don't know where's left to go
And I don't see how life can move past this point
When the motion of time is so slow