in the dark i sit
feeling the erosion of a rotting corpse all about me
longing for release
my soul crys out
to only feel warmth of the heart once again
in the dark i sit
longing for release
if only for a moment's peace
not feeling the emptiness expanding ever wider
in the dark i sit
longing for release
to not have the desperation of knowing
i will survive such horrid tortures
in the dark i sit
longing for release
all my desires denied and betrayed by
the very rotting corpse i lay in
in the dark i sit
longing for release
i implore for the Hunger of my boday
and soul to finally Quicken
in the dark i sit
longing for release
only to find denial and betrayal
