hollow heart

it's always one step forward then it's two steps back

in my head

all i think about is death

my suffering eternal

wounds infernal

misery keeps calling me

inflicting me

deeper and deeper

deeper and deeper

ecstatically eager

i'm burning my body to set forth the reaper

suffocate in the black

a sanctitude of sick for me and you

crippling to the will of hatred

no salvation to run to

we all suffer in a cycle built and bound to claim us all

scraping through the agony we suffer so religiously

save me

devour me alive or just gut me with a knife

nothing i can do will ever rid you of my life

every breath is agony

and all i know is

there's no way out

it writhes its way in

left to rot alone again

shackled by the chains of my own disdain

misery my company

endless agony consumed by the wounds which inflict me

of all the wounds that cover me none of them more burdening

than the hole in which the pain inside resides eternally

crawling in my skin

immeasurable torture

hollow heart

sunken and aching empty soul

devoid of hope

my body is not whole

death stands in front of me

ridding me of all i see

no more pain and misery

the reapers gift has set me free

full of sin

i'm pulling back my skin

tearing out my organs and exposing all the hate i've kept within

creeping

bleeding

seething

weeping

bury me alive

in a coffin full of knives

suffocating sickened cycles left me seeking out the scythe

i yearn to feel peace once again

i'd rather die than live like this