Research, formulate, recreate, devastate,
How long does this all truly take.
Physically drained, emotionally pained,
Deranged, contorted to a sense of ultimate...
I'm dying and no one even knows it,
To go home to cut myself deeper,
Minds fucked by lullaby pills and refer,
In a silence doth rot,
For this fucking curse this world brought!
To the mortal sins we create,
Be my darkest that I take my bow...
Loathing to full destruction, hath my spite
Arrest my spirit with death birthing night...
With all of myself to kill.