Inanimate Existence
Wandering White Halls
I awaken, the nightmare relinquishes
Yet the wounds I've endured still remain
Embedded in my skin
My intestines are gone and I'm fully bled
Bones exposed and I can feel the worms
Colonizing my insides
My reflection has shifted and I can't
Recognize
They have severed the final tether
Connecting me to myself
Nobody can see the blood
I walk alone
No one can see
That my soul
Has lеft my body
My open wounds
They don't percеive
My only yearning
Is to be buried
They say I'm living
They say that it is all in my head
They're medication does nothing to pull me from the edge
They say I'm living
But I know I'm one with the dead
Their assessments mean nothing
Now they have put me away
Hiding me within their walls
Pumping me full of their opiates
Forever wander white halls
If they refuse to put me to sleep
I have no other choice:
I'll do it myself
Why can't they see the blood?
Why can't they smell the putrefaction?
The stench that never leaves me
Haunting on and on
I walk alone
No one can see
That my soul
Has left my body
My open wounds
They don't perceive
My only yearning
Is to be buried
They say I'm living
They say that it is all in my head
They're medication does nothing to pull me from the edge
They say I'm living
But I know I'm one with the dead
Their assessments mean nothing to me
I sit to rot forevermore