A fucked up feeling
Rising in the chest
Distant hopes
Move out and call to me.
And maybe when
The feeling subsides
I’ll realize why
All this ever happened.
The shadows stalk
They never speak their mind
We slowly rot in our shells
An empty minds’ decay.
Heavier
Deeper
Into oblivion
Waking the dead
Among the survivors
Yet not one of them
Only One with the sufferers
Echo my screams and my desires
Bind me with your light – my blight
Cursed with the venom’s tales
Asphyxiated in secondary priorities.
We slowly rot in our shells
As empty minds decay.
Words by AJ.
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