In remission

i feel it sinking in

the blade has centered itself were i use to feel hope

demons dance behind these eyes of sorrow

can barely resist the temptation

the dying urge to cut them out

compassion has almost lost its luster

knees buckle beneath me

giving out in mid step

face down

lying dead in my own fucking tracks

getting harder to breathe

desperate and loosing sight

not even bracing for what is soon to come crashing down

head down

just lead me to the slaughter

it cant be much worse then whats become my every waking moment

nothing can mend this

its too far gone

a heart of nails all slowly being pulled out

letting the tears of ten thousand crushing days pour out like a flood

staining all that sourounds me

this toxic venomous plauge that seems to linger

and over shadow whats held deep beneath the surface

i wish these tears were snowflakes

beautifull and delicate falling into my eyes and not away

i would shut them so tightly

feel them melt wash my cares away

but my own eyes decieve me

drowning me beneath there waves of torment

washing over my head

sucking me down into the depths

lying awake feeling life pressing down

cold as ice

snow blankets me now

ill run and never look back if thats what it takes

to feel some kind of peace

back to the wall ill fire away

until my hand ceases to function

or the deamons are all lying in graves

it my only option

after the smoke clears we'll see whos still standing

whos nerves ruptured first

our ears echoing in pain

dont tempt me

dont push me

the line only crosses one way

step over it and see

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