Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors Languish
Cast into your own hell
Amorphous vault of calamity
A world without sleep, where metaphor ceases to be
A world where your cruelest dreams burst forth to reality
Ultra violence and heartache witnessed repeatedly
Unrelenting torment actualized
Damned to experience absolute malign
But how can you live with yourself knowing you've damned a man?
How can you continue to exist with his blood on your hands?
I will weep for this tortured soul
No retreat from this horrid hole
Time unravels, a frayed enigma
I am no longer sane
I am the personification of inhumane
It takes a special kind of man to do what I've done
To banish a man to eternal pain
Pleading for an unobtainable exodus
He turns to me, abjectly resigned
His skin weathered to pale, stained leather
He opens his arid, deformed mouth and laments:
Isn't three years enough?
I've regressed to deformity
I've befriended my agony