Staring at the wall, dying. This lake of disgust an endless sinking. Your words of comfort, a useless thought Then all I had was a gift that allowed me to feel all the pain From surrounding people, I could touch, their anguished souls I could feel the weight of their eternal failure
I felt the pain of the victims Gushing out of wounds All given by devils feasting upon their nightmares
Now that I don't feel anything at all I need to taste this torment again
