I sit in the grave that I call home,
feasting on worms that feed off my flesh.
Nobody comes to knock on the door,
and I forget about the world outside the gates.
My eyes have gone away with the years,
sitting here are hollow holes who never feel.
The flames of my death, the passsions of life
are moments that i always regret.
My kingdom is cold but I have learned to live with the guilt, yet its the memories i cant silence.
When at night I try to rest, the gnaw at my brain
as much as I beat and drain the blood, the images never falter once.
Caught in between life and death,
How much more suffering will satisfy their thirst?
I've been crucified by my pain,
I have been burned by their words,
been slaughtered by their hate.
I know what it is to be drowned in your own excrement,
to see the end come and kiss the filthee feet of death.
The take everything but the memories
peeled my flesh apart,
tortured my soul,
raped my mind.
There's no escape from this Kingdom of Hell
I know my fate
This tragedy that has no end. |