there’s a quivering in my abdomen, a fear begins to grow, the words they come a spilling out, there is nothing left to show

fear is just uncertainty, and trauma seeds to sow, armageddon is two blocks away, my head’s about to blow

the razor runs perpendicular to the raised scar tissue that starts to grow, the raging and the reticent like a bulb about to glow

you know i’d love to love you but the feeling falters to and fro, so instead the vine just withers and and i feel so fucking low

and on and on the rhythm plays, on and on it goes, the fifteenth verse same as the first of pestilence and woes

he stands head thrown back as a primal scream of loss and pain shakes the leaves from the trees, blood streams down his chest from varied self inflicted cuts yet he feels nothing but emptiness, nothing matters any longer as he waits for the end of all to burn the planet clean

the song plays on in silent plucking tones, he searches for anything to fill the void ever growing inside of him, drink or drug or love or pain, it doesn’t matter as long as it plugs the hole in his chest, let the heavens rain down blood and fire, or the ground split wide and unleash the dogs of hell, either or, he will be there to greet it with a pained smile