Dissociative Being

The blood will never come clean

Cauterized the wound

But the stain remains

Murdered everything you’ve touched

Deprived the heart of love

In pursuit of your abyss

It was all corrupt

Haven’t you seen this place?

How did it feel at the end when you heard them say

It’s over

Haven’t you seen this place?

I know you stole the touch from death

Just to kill everything in your way

Like cyanide

Eroding the lungs

Paralyzed

Every limb goes numb

All that’s left is to dwell

The damage is done

The blood will never come clean

Skin crawls from the bone

Where the martyr feeds

The taste of sulfur on your tongue

In pursuit of your abyss

It was never enough

Haven’t you seen this place?

It’s all familiar

Doesn’t it look the same?

This barren wasteland

Where you keep dragging the bottom to cope

Lost all hope

Haven’t you seen this place?

Comatose

Pull the rope

Dragging the bottom to cope

Loneliness steals the soul like a curse

It only gets worse

Dissociate until it’s hollow inside

Like cyanide

Failed lungs

Parasite

Choking until it erodes