Back again.. at the place furthest from home.
This black pit of complete darkness..
Filled with an unknown colour of poisonous smoke.
Slowly but surely smothering me
the Hands of Lonineless gripping tighter around my throat
My heart weighs heavy..
pumping liquid lead, methane and deuterum oxide
through my body, numbing it, damaged beyond repair.
My body feels cold, sweating sulphuric tears
tearing away my smile from my face
as I laugh in despair.
Eyes widened high from the pain and toxins.
Grab the knife and slice it in my chest but all attempts are in vain
to carve out my sick heart.
My heart feels like it's stuck in Pandora's Box
destroyed by Seven Plagues.
The Noose of Life, looks more tempting with each passing day.
This open exit looks very inviting.
To feel the texture of the rope hang around my neck
Death's scythe standing by ready to collect
My numbed and tortured soul
Sick in this pit I try to make the best of it..
I'll call this place my home..