De Arma Wretch
Pluck out my eyes
And place them on a pedestal
Wash the dirt away
Was this how you wanted it to be?
Every breath brings a new story
Each word a new start
With each dream i fall further
And further from the truth
The night plays tricks
Shapes move in the sickly streetlights
I can feel your soul upon my skin
Drape me in your shame
It will never be the same
Never could I have seen
What any of this would become
Lips twitch without sound
Tears fall without meaning
The pain in my head grows
The sickness gnaws within
The tearing of my throat
The ripping screams pour forth
Bloody Lips strips dangle
The shreds of my dignity hanging in tatters
A festering shroud of sundered humanity
Curled up under a blanket of filth
It´s impossible to shut out this world
And as I choke on my own stink
I hear footsteps fade away again
The cold return, sudden and sharp
I´ll hide in my own mind
