Eyes swollen shut
Throbbing bleeding kidneys
Get so tired of this bleak body
So tiresome
I feel the grasp slipping away

want to let go of my will to heal
Want to let the poison release
I am weak
I am weak
This body grows cold
and I tremble
I tremble with fear
What is inside me, and how did it manage to get here

Eyes swollen shut
brows flattened out
I tremble with these throbbing kidneys
Full of doubt
Such a vulnerable target
Sell them on the black market
Seperate the body from this mind
Take a deep, transversal, transcendentalist cut

Getting so weary
My pain pulling us all down
Settings' damn dreary

I'm about to let go soon
In desperation I drown

Lifeline tied in a rusted knot
I forgot the vibrant health, I forgot.

It eats at me
Ate my spirit away
Just another cyst
Another bleeding wrist
I cannot bare to exist
But I was doomed for this
Shit.

Fuck this so called god
Whom you pray you life away
and nod
Hate this all to death
Why the fuck am I trying
This soul of mine is dying
Glass half empty, eyes swelling full

Irritating lifestyle aggitating me
Constantly Uncomfortable
With hopeless anxiety
Sevenhours in my face
Looking forward to it
To sit there in my place
Constantly Uncomfortable is all I can taste

I miss the retraction of my muscles as I could stretch
But torn ligaments make incisions to my flesh
Swollen eyes
head against a cold dryer
Concerned cat questioning her muffled sobs
Swollen Eyes
She's slowly ceasing,
solitary in this pantry, she cries:
Am I too dead to die?!

The trembles weren't just shivers
they were spasms of constant uncomfortable torment
entombed inside

Corset worn at throat, she chokes on every word
No looking forward
Naivite not this time
Remorse for the actions that are robbing her of her prime

What have I done
What can I do
Chance has left the picture

Sorrow bleeds in you

Swollen kidneys, bruised throbbing, eternal.
Her final strength will survive
The tear drops of relief, relief she sought.
But solace never did arrive.

Those pouted trembling lips,
a paining quiver
she holds herself together by pressing the fingertips
A shallow shrudder, just can't sustain any longer
A last thought
as kidneys swell up into the eyes
pupils flucuating, adapting to the agony
Word to the wise
Fulfill each moment as much as it will take
For the morning will come she will not wake.

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