i have awaken, i slept for days
this cold january morning
touches me, embraces me
surrounds me in the darkness
of a black coffin, with a scratched lid
with nails, razors and bitter eulogies
with faces, thoughts and dark memories
im starting to wonder
if i was ever on your side
if i ever loved you, knew you
enough to stab you, betray you
my lips are dry, blistered
lies, evil thoughts they have whispered
theres not much else for them to learn
from the scars on my body, on my skin
to the blurry vision of that hourglass
will they ever comprehend the hunger in me
the spirit that once dwelled within
now its all said and done
but when death is a rerun
in my mind, theres not much i can do
but to wonder for the rest of these days
how can i minister life?
when my own heart doesnt beat
how can i write these words?
that my own soul doesnt need
if this wind is death
then i will embrace it, take it
grief that all this life was a waste
i have inhaled the noxious world
i hold my own but i fear my soul is sold
im wondering if was ever on the road
death is final so i am enslaved to death
will i find hell the day i loose my breath?
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