Viatrophy Draining What Remains
Skin wrapped tight
The walls closing in
Forever, this building will never change
Broken down, no energy inside
Look to my hands, embedded with filth and decay
This mind houses vexatious thoughts
The same as others
Only with the intent of difference
The ashes of my youth were scattered long ago
The penetrating cold
Darkness behind a closed door
The grinding sound
The machine will never stop
Aching desperation
The countdown to the end of this day
The emotionless force
Push onwards for what?
My tired eyes
I am drained of every last thought
For this once a relieving sight
Beauty in mind
A warmness that fuels me inside
As I descend these words will break my fall
And the blackened skies will rise and reform
No choice but to take all responsibility
The grinding sound
The machine will never stop
Awakening torment
The plot must be reset
My temper compromised
I wait for life
Though a lack of motivation
I still press on