Rotting away. Just like my insides. Drying, Decaying. Pain and suffering. Day after day... What games are the Gods playing? I'm practically growing roots on this mattress, what debt am I paying? There's nothing. Nothing to hold my interest anymore, the colors are all greying.. Like a feline, under the knife. Waiting in line for the spaying. This waiting seems eternal, speed it up please, who's delaying? I'm so tired. Exhausted. This isn't living anymore. The toll, it is weighing. These roots are a disease, it's continuous, its spreading, the pain, it's replaying. Make stop... I'm so tired. The walls are so haunting, is this how it's all staying?