Entombed Beneath Corrupted Flesh
clouds form to release the tears of forgotten children and with so shall this depravity baptize me in sin, i become so very cold as the droplets of neglected sorrow fall and stream upon my withering skin, the physical wounds shall mend but the psychological wounds will forever stay fresh, i bathe amongst darkness as i rip away at my deteriorating flesh. if you take my hand and attempt to save me you will just fall as well, the suffering is beyond what sociological expressionism could ever tell, if you believe in heaven then i guess this would be hell. i have nothing left and without my presence i hardly even exist, salvation lies at the end of a rope or from wounds carved into the wrist, open your mind and perceive what we have all become, take my advice "it is always better to feel pain than to be completely numb." leave me to die amongst the blistering frost, a place where all hope is forever lost, the place i found when the line of insanity was finally crossed, i have found my home within this self imprisoning holocaust.
Copyright © Alex Hoag | Year Posted 2011
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