i try to fill the hole inside my chest with lies and pieces of memories, maybe one day i won't feel so hollow and cold, each day when i wake up i find there is another piece missing, no matter how hard i try to hold everything together it eventually all comes crumbling down, every ounce of my being fights to stay together while simultaneously tearing itself apart, invite others to gaze upon the husk of a person you once were, muffle your cries with a lump in your throat so people won't come looking, expose the skin you paint daily with metal, how many people actually know your truth, your family lives in a state of oblivion that shields their eyes and mind, one day the mask you wear will loosen and fall to the ground to shatter, what will you do after you lose all your protection, is a warrior worthy without their armor or are they just another person to be forgotten?
The forlorn wanderer, Who has lost all but his mind, He is who he is, And nothing more or less, Mayhaps he is a husk of a man, An empty shell wandering the land, Searching for something, To fill the void of his mind, That is filled with silence in the night of winters, First snowfall.
Between ropes all life, can't let up Fight fiends with strife, fed up Life feels like it's sped up Drinking fluid only from red cups Loud noise equals life strats Keyboards, drums, strings and frets People think they having fun and don't fret Eating words from musicians, spoon fed I've led this life and it feels trife Reminiscing of time lost makes me reel and cry When brains feel like they're deep fried When the dream you worshiped, it seems lied. Riding every morning Hiding all the phoney feelings when your roaming You don't feel like going But the drugs just keep on flowing When women exist only for blowing When lean red eyes are showing The life you know is boring So it's either live a husk of party life Or a slow knife in your back as a part of hive.
Within lagoons its sins did feed upon its perception, Churning in a vacuum of malevolent damnation. Its singular words corrupted white satin, soiled by its pestilence. Like lacerations upon the substance it lingered like vines consuming. A soul drowned within pools of scarlet death Malignant smiles on a polluted husk.
Blasted armor cracked open with holes Watch as I crawl on my knees til I find The right place to stand. Pay no mind To the pain wracking burned flesh to The pain of memories empty now In regret after so many years spent Trying to escape, desperately forget All of the wounds that made me the Fire I am.
These days my fire still burns down low I can't forget if I wanted and I did and And it drove me underneath. Unearth Me now in this old aching body to Undermine my quest for rest. I sure it's just death now bringing Death and I'm a part of it.
Cog. In the dirt. Wet earth. I rise. With all of my brethren. Reclaim. Reclaimers hunt and Claim during night. Safety in Day. That's a queer sunset isn't it?
I came here ******, left the same way, Returned with cracks in the head And a heart of mud full of maggots As an *****. We all did. We do. We all did.