Hatred grows in inches
This rotten body, this rotten world, these putrid soles
Won't take me
Lay these shit bones down to rest
In regret and resplendence
A singularity, a moving point
Humming and quaking
Broken, in stasis
Devoid. Malcontent
Split wrists and pale eyes
A being repellent of life

Hatred grows

I want out of this empty hull
There is no life here for my wretched soul
This rotten body, this rotten world, these putrid soles
They won't take me, but I can take myself
I can take myself
I want out