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With a dusty rose of aged decay I lie confined in pain,
with the choking of poisonous remedys I scratch and scream,
covered in ropes and wrapped in plastic I died I fool you not,
this death that ales my breatheless days to your happy lives I hope your eyes explode and rott.

Chained and barred in a restless dream where my home it had once held high,
and reality caves in I wake and shiver tilting on the toxins of asenine,
where I wished to be no longer drempt but like a nightmare so it aches,
scratching at my everyday showing me what to my heart that stakes.

Abused and raped my body quaked like a dying animal I lay,
stitched and sown so deep the needles stuck in every bone I may,
be the one to tourch the sun and end the light that taunts me with its day,
I try to walk where people talk but they stare and walk away.

If I could live again to feel that love I had felt before that day,
mabie this hole Ive dug I wont have to run from the overpowering betray,
I wish to be back in your arms where security was so to stay,
but tied in ropes and wrapped in plastic youve left me for the grave.