Cancer of my inner angst
wasting what was sweeter, softer
Salty ashes fade to grey
and tremor with your haughty laughter

Slivers of forgotten concience
prod me toward your vice of guilt
There was a reason I was running
a reason why these walls were built

But solitude will tell me nothing
smiling in its cruelest tones
whispers insults in my slumber
with a voice like shattered bones

These were my illusion playthings
dreams to make the pain secede
puppets stealing back their strings
to force me into what I need

Draining mire from my mind
you make me drink your medicine
It tastes like every other time
you fed me your adrenaline

My aching body won't be stirred
I won't be drawn back into life
I'm weary to my very soul
and sick of chosing wrong from right

In apathy, I rest my case
Try it like my other crimes
Punish me until I break
until I wake again, and die