Sitting on my bed with tear-stained eyes.
Dwelling on every mistake of my life.
The worm enters slowly into my brain.
Pulling me into a pit where I can’t escape.
Isolation eats me away as the worm has his way.
Each thought tears me from the inside.
Choking on every cry.
Each thought tears me from the inside.
Living is a crime.
I beg and plead for the comfort that’s out of reach-
(My tears continue to stream-)
I beg and plead for a release-
(As the worm continues to haunt me.)
A sick rose wilting away.
A hungry worm consuming its prey.
It’s funny how predators become prey.
When the smell of iron triggers mistakes.
Each thought tears me from the inside.
Choking on every cry.
Each thought tears me from the inside.
Living is a crime.
(My tears continue to stream-)
I beg and plead for a release-
(As the worm continues to haunt me.)
I beg and plead for the comfort that’s out of reach-
(My tears continue to stream-)
I beg and plead for a release-
(As the worm continues to haunt me.)
You sit limp in my arms.
I hold what’s left in my heart.
Your pale skin and glazed eyes.
The cold feeling of missing life.
Draining life from your insides.
Choking on your blood as you cried.
The cold feeling of missing life.
Living is a crime.