Lost, afraid, frustrated, your hatred ferments.
The tiny creatures gnaw at you in the dark.
They latch on, they burrow under your skin.
Becoming a living nightmare.
Something inside you breaks into a thousand lacerating pieces,
Your hands grasp and they won't let go.
The horrors inside your head stretch their shadowy tentrils,
They reach out for lives to destroy.
We're both victims of the same system,
It's sunk its claws into me many times before.
But there's no coming back from a place like this,
The monster you've become is somehow perfectly human.
You've gone too far, now you're not coming back.
You're gone forever, and so are your children.
There is no justice, there is no hell,
There is only what we create.
The things we keep inside will grow;
The mind has so many cracks to seep into.
This keeps happening,
And it's not changing.
The song of the annihilator
Plays over and over and over and over again.
May their silence haunt you just like their screams.
May their faces inhabit every mirror.
May the only peace you find be the peace of the grave.
May their silence haunt you.
Murderer.
