Rip the womb. Feeling so sorry, selfish and sore. Wish I wasn't born. Piece by piece I can carry it all. Strength to be driven. So unforgiving anything is possible.
Running I'm always running from myself. No one to help me no one knows. Not that anyone who knew would care. Dangling hanging from your tree. . Am I an ornament of longing.
Emotions inside us troubling,. The hatred inside us escalating,. The sickness inside us keeps us weak,. The masses inside of us suffering they are bleeding,.
Does your god come in a capsule,. To sedate you tear the walls down,. Headless prison cannibals chew,. To consume you bring the alien,. . Halcium and morphine,.
When everything is lost, haunting us with questions. Will we ever find the smile inside?. Is it hidden behind the sweating eyes?. Dead inside a scream, that's pouring from me.