Dagger in the back
The blood’s on my hands
Swallowed tongue, hurt of sound
I’m choking on silence
Smothered Sanity
Subterfuge no more
Asphixiated
I gasp for air
It swirls inside
A decaying light slowly taking hold
A constant knot
Of fear and guilt from tales left untold
Convince Myself
Just one mistake a deviated mold
And in the dark
Devoid and all alone
Staring at the space below
I want to console but I dug the hole
My spine as absent as my will to emerge from this void
I’ll call, My Grave