Death has rotten
me from inside out,
you finally came back.
How does it feel?
Do your worst.
my mind a battlefield,
my soul a sunken broken ship.
My heart is tattered,
eyes filled of hollow.
How does it feel?
The words of spoken, mispoken and
unspoken rush
through these vains.
I hate the person I had become that hurt.
I hate the person that all the pain I've caused made me.
A life spent wondering what if,
a life spent bound to hell.
I deserve more than what you have in store.
I deserve poor,
freak,
weak.
I deserve death.
And years later,
your wish is fulfilling.
So how does it feel?