| Staring at myself from the outside, looking in. A black widow crawls out of my
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| mouth and down my bloody chin
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| I am suspended with bed sheets constricting my throat. |
| Hanging from the bars in
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| the window, watching myself decompose
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| Perception without confinement, distorted interpretations. |
| Washed away by the
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| blood that runs from my flesh, a vision of death
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| What I saw through the eyes of my flesh, just a glimpse of what lies beneath
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| the surface
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| I can see through the blindfold, shedding light on the lies that my eyes told
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| Death embraces me tighter than my life ever did, cradling my weary soul.
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| Filling the void, filling the hole
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| I always had that feeling in the back of my head, the feeling that I would be
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| better off dead
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| No home, nowhere to go, only an empty world to roam. |
| So desolate and cold,
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| I am alone
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| Bloated and rotting, the rats feed on my flesh. |
| To them I leave my inheritance.
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| They digest and shit me out, returning my flesh to the earth
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| Returning my flesh to the earth, bloated and rotting |