The world tastes bitter in my mouth
So I throw it up
And the regurgitation is just as sour
As my withered, hopeless heart.

Everything is grey
A monotone buzz, a hiss, a ringing
A cloud of distortion
That plagues my every waking moment.

It drives me to the brink of insanity
The haze of existence
The curse of being alive.
I yearn to reject it, cast it away

Out of my body
To detox from my programming
To scoop out my insides and start again
With purer intentions

And when I spit it out
My salvia is as red as blood.
When I scratch my face
Skin slides off of muscle

For the taste of rot
Is oh so bitter
And my body is decaying
As I am trapped in despair.