The gilt  edged sword of surreal sanity cuts deep wounds
Lacerations lament
Emotions repent

Damage to the core, to the very fabric of existence
Acidic tears
Roll gently over fears

Now survival has passed and the comatose state of denial remains,
So you shall turn to the depths of addiction
An unwelcome debilitating infliction

Suffocating in your sanctuary and crying for help
Lost in your vice
And rotting with the bugs , the lice,

The return to reason a path of injustice and failure
No spirit to shine
Another corpse waiting in line

A wound that never heals
A scar that forever bleeds
A bitter taste of resentment
As on your life and your loves,
The parasite of your persuasion feeds