Drenched in blood, shed my skin
Throw your bones into my tomb
Mend its guilt to its cave
Leave this body, for it is frail

Darkened lips speak my language
My tender lungs implode from within
Wrap these pale fingers around my neck
To rot within this prison of mine

Covered with the ash of all that we've burned
Shapeless, they whisper treacherous words
Once offering comfort in the static of time
Once leading towards the cemetery in our mind

Remaining hostile towards the past
Once carried with broken hands
Worn from clawing the ground of these shallow graves
That once held the burden of all our mistakes

There is no way back towards all that we left in the past
When marching forward on this cold and lonesome path
Leading us towards our shallow tomb
Leading us towards the hell we call our home

Trembling words slip from my mouth
A warm breath soaked in guilt
Time pretends to heal my wounds
So I can wither from within and never heal

Forced down on shallow shores
Stuck in choices of never-ending goals
Slumbering eyes denied their comfort
Lost in inception, hiding in a cloak of death

On this trail of a thousand missteps
We carry the weight of neglect
And even through self-mutilation
I still haven't found salvation

Melancholy was the hammer
And wanderlust the nails
They built this coffin
Where I can rest on my own

I am sick of seeking
Comfort in my grief
I am tired of seeking
Horizons I can't see

Let me rest here on my own
For there is no place where I belong
Maybe the depths will
Appreciate what I am worth