Disaster Still lives Inside Me

I've crawled my way back up from the pit
The black hole of nothingness where I was cast
Whether by the will of a god or my own suicide
I don't remember these things from the past.

There's a piercing shriek within my skull
Silently shattering my loose pieces to rattle around
Static so loud I want to beat my fists bloody
And fall to my knees on holy ground

I've seen the countenance of the living dead
And heard wailing voices crying out from their restless places
This land has caught the tears and soaked the blood
Felt the pain of all these forgotten faces

My hands tremble with this burden I've brought on myself
I wished for sight to my blindness, now I see
But old wars still rage inside my deepest little hiding places
And they threaten to overcome and possess me

I crumble down the wall fists in my hair
Spilling fiery tears like a broken wishing fountain in hell
Face contorted with my voice stolen in a whirlwind
A deathly scene I've come to know only too well.