At the breath of night I stand torn and broken,
with no perspective of existence.
Destined to live in this condemned hell.
Damned to remind myself; I will survive.
As time begins to lapse,
my lungs no longer draw breath.
I've seen the darkness that lies within.
Like knives; The strings sever through my skin.
Possessing the structure that occupies my mind.
Fearing the darkness.
I've learned to embrace the suffering.
I will cause; negligence; begins to pump in my veins.
Slowly decaying away my pains.
The malevolent entity that resides within me
carries a strain of terrifying strength.
Fearing what I've become.
With it's unquenchable thirst it brings me to my defeat.
Conquering my sanity.
Bringing me straight to my knees.
Binding me down and watching the monuments to my life be abolished.
There is no resurrecting the fragments.
The dust leaves my hands.