• What is this thing that rots my heart?
    A numbing pain, these lies that start…

    The bleeding from my hollow eyes,
    Let dripping be confused as cries.

    And from the tears let them drown,
    The final fair has come to town.

    The house of mirrors, the clowns, and more…
    They must all be the baiting for…

    A bigger fish out in the sea,
    A being without humanity…

    Who cooks and cleans and gives a s**t,
    about the fires and if they’re lit.

    For without the lights the darkness heeds,
    A place to fester and spread it’s seeds.

    And they will grow into a grudge,
    Grotesque and fowl, to it I pledge..

    My soul and heart, for in it you see,
    Is the path on which to flee…

    To a place that no one goes,
    Where time has stopped but death still flows.

    And in my wisdom, inspired by fear,
    I shall stop and listen to hear…

    The wind that echoes inside their head,
    the howling of sweet silent dead.

    Realizing that I need not hark,
    they have left me in the dark.

    Without a nightlight or a guide,
    Alone and cold I finally died.

    They put me to rest beneath the grass,
    Sweet silent death has come at last.