They bother me. All of these thoughts enter in
My amity faltered and rusted with chains. I’m far from okay. I just deteriorate into these lies
I’ve tried convincing my mind I’m alright but the time healed nothing like I was foretold it would mend me inside
Guess I’ll writhe in my shell. I take the first hearse straight to hell
Don’t you cry when the bell rings at the cemetery funeral

You’ll be fine, I know
Don’t think of me when things are low
I deserve fire and brimstone as my casket and for my throne
Harrowing

Distressed, it seeks for the veins
From under flesh, this awaits me to break from pain with a blade to my wrists
On my grave, I hope you piss upon the memories you received and don’t you wish for me to be at ease or in peace
Destructive tendencies delivered me to this place
A flood of entropy to permeate through my brain and I just take it. I let decadence have the say. Carrying me to waste

They bother me. All of these thoughts enter in
I can sense a coming end enclosing on me. Seducing, the noose lustfully caught my eye
With a gaze, I contemplate sealing fate
This depression is severing all of my aspirations to attain a life of happiness and leave without the shame that burdens me with lack of confidence and hatred
I disdain the way pain plays such a part in this, deterring me a way to carry on