raped

rusted chains of broken lace

tied to this bed of lies

heart stopped without a trace

muffled now amidst the cries


born
blank it out to begin again

you kill yourself on a whim

ashes of what you used to be

perception is what you make yourself to believe


withers

watch as this corruption

Rots the body

Feast upon my disease

What remains is a shadow of

Who I used to be