After this nothing can be the same,
sin and perdition flow through my vein,
where even the dawn needs drugs to kill the pain
as we coagulate in this rancid populous of loss
suffocating in my own misery,
i claw my way to the surface of this abyss,
numb and beligerent from this endeavor,
I am the beginning and end of this.
It is this burden that defines me,
the lament of this sullen wretch,
and in my darkest hour,
the solution is manifest.
