Running and screaming
Aspiring to find the water that’ll cleanse you
The comforting tide
The body’s dirty and bleeding
And even time's too tired
Desolation makes every whisper sound so loud
In this void where all are beheaded and lying on the ground.
At a certain point no change can be made nor found.
Once you’re here you won’t ever get out.
The damnations you spat out didn’t save you.
The damnations you spat out didn’t hurt anyone but you.
They didn’t hurt anyone ‘cos no one accepted your fucking insults.
They are for you. You are purulent from the inside.
For you. And you’ll rot away.