I put this pen to paper
Blade to skin
Dig deep and find
Whatever lies beneath
Hidden emotions
Left on bloodied streets
Massacre of dreams
With torture written on bones
I wish I didn’t know this darkness
I’ve embraced and been consumed
Weak
Left feeding on zombies
Too dead to die
To alive to know what living is
One more time
I’d like the **** I say to make sense
The way I feel to be understood
If I don’t get it
Who the **** else will
One more time
I’d like to strike a match
Watch everything I’ve soaked in kerosine
Ignite into the inferno
That is my insanity
So everyone can witness
One more time
But I’m out of chances
Out of opportunities
Close the gates
This factory is out of business