There's nothing glamorous about it,
Sour poison sweeping my stomach.
Dry and washed up,
There's no end,
Can't wake up from this constant nightmare.

A pillow across my face,
Suffocate me as I sleep,
Deathless dreams of screams and terror,
Of monsters and shadows,
Grime that soaks my skin.

Shattered senses,
Twisted into some cruel torture,
You've become the only part of me,
I can hold onto,
The only thing that's real.

But now you're slipping away,
As the demons pull me deeper,
There's nothing left,
Of a broken heart,
A senseless life left to rot.