I die inside a little every day.
Waiting, watching.
A shade of desperation flashes across my eyes.
I'm a shell of myself,
Empty.
Waiting, watching.
A shade of desperation flashes across my eyes.
I'm a shell of myself,
Empty.
Silence cuts me like a knife.
Digging into flesh white hot.
My voice strangled choking gasps.
Rusts of red my dying strife.
Light of day turn to night.
Violent death to me delivered.
Digging into flesh white hot.
My voice strangled choking gasps.
Rusts of red my dying strife.
Light of day turn to night.
Violent death to me delivered.