here forever

there's something wrong inside of me

a stomach ache of tragedy

can't tell if i'm cursed or chronically ill

there's so much inside of me

i'm trying to kill

i'm trying to kill

and misery have followed me

periphery is choking me

will i ever leave behind the exquisite pain?

intrinsically is lost on me

my insomnia waves

and sleeping through the days

make me look like i'm fine

that's nothing but a lie

eating to fill my flesh

and starving myself

have got me looking in good health

but i still don't feel my best

what i told myself was a pilgrimage

is nothing short of a severance

you can tell from my pure grim image

that i am only alive for reverence

and misery have followed me

periphery is choking me

will i ever leave behind the exquisite pain?

intrinsically is lost on me

despite the uncompromising pain

i'm still so scared of death

the only difference between

a rut and a grave is the depth

and misery have followed me

periphery is choking me

will i ever leave behind the exquisite pain?

intrinsically is lost on me