Rotting From The Inside

It never happens all at once.
Slowly rot from inside as the facts come in.
Slowly die inside when the opinions start rolling in.

It never comes all at once.
Just sits dormant as it makes you sick.
Slowly becoming ill as the truth remains thick.

It never dies all at once.
Slowly losing it's breath as time passes.
Slowly losing its life as people forget.

Breathe The Death In

There are so many ways to die.
It's so easy to assume that we'll all die of old age.
But the reality is our demise is not our choice.
We must make due with what we have.
My choice is to break even.
Breathe the death in.
It will make you feel more alive.

Let It Fester

Hold it... Let it fester.
The synthetic don't wound.
Fuck me... Let it hurt.
The mannequins don't bleed.
Rape me... Let me cry.
The fake don't care.

Raise your hand, and I become the bitch.
Raise your voice, and I become the beast.
Raise your good heart, and I become the knight.
Raise your iron will, and I become the king.

Dead Years Old

When I was the youngest & I was just able to think, I felt dead.
When I was a little older, I learned more & I felt dead.
People grow up, we all grow up.
We grew older, and some fell under.
Life continued and so did we.
Got a little older, learned to hate life.
Got even a little older, learned to hate people.
What happens next? I can't honestly tell you.
However, the pattern I see must be clear too.
Will I be the same when I get older? I don't know.
Maybe I'll finally reach the age when I'm not dead years old.