Do you see me swelling?
Can you see me unable to bleed at all?
A feeling like stretching elastic within
only it never breaks.
An endless inhale hissing
between teeth locked tight and cracking.
Confrontation is a necessity.
What doesn't annihilate me within
will only serve to empower
but what I bury
only draws my strength.
Must unveil, decode,
what is etched the in the dark,
hiding behind a stone curtain.
But the visions might be poisonous,
the whispers, overwhelming.
The tension is driving me to erupt out of my skin again,
leaving me in dire need of another fissure,
another target,
another means
before it all blows sky high.
Can't keep the dead trapped behind this barricade forever
and its wearing thin, the screams aren't so muffled anymore,
and there's no telling what's to come when it crumbles,
what's to come when it tumbles down.
They're already tearing at the walls with their wretched claws
with hunger like a libertine, an eye for the obscene,
and deathly thirsty for saturation.
So just step in my line of sight
guide me in just to bring me out again
ravenously, indiscriminately,
give me the space, the desire, the intensity wrapped in comfort
so I might finally kill or cure this.
I must either kill or cure this.
Can you see me unable to bleed at all?
A feeling like stretching elastic within
only it never breaks.
An endless inhale hissing
between teeth locked tight and cracking.
Confrontation is a necessity.
What doesn't annihilate me within
will only serve to empower
but what I bury
only draws my strength.
Must unveil, decode,
what is etched the in the dark,
hiding behind a stone curtain.
But the visions might be poisonous,
the whispers, overwhelming.
The tension is driving me to erupt out of my skin again,
leaving me in dire need of another fissure,
another target,
another means
before it all blows sky high.
Can't keep the dead trapped behind this barricade forever
and its wearing thin, the screams aren't so muffled anymore,
and there's no telling what's to come when it crumbles,
what's to come when it tumbles down.
They're already tearing at the walls with their wretched claws
with hunger like a libertine, an eye for the obscene,
and deathly thirsty for saturation.
So just step in my line of sight
guide me in just to bring me out again
ravenously, indiscriminately,
give me the space, the desire, the intensity wrapped in comfort
so I might finally kill or cure this.
I must either kill or cure this.
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