Don’t hold on to anything. Time will rip it away. The bleeding hands begging for connection, dead skin and pain the only reminder. The scars that harden my soul have reinvented my stance. When I look in the mirror the reflection I see is jagged and blurred. Too long now I’ve been attached, so take these pieces of my shattered dreams and rake them across my wrist as I watch my existence drain away. I can taste my own blood. Haunted by my regret, turned stone by hope’s demise, I only live for my own death. There are no cracks in my armor, yet I rot from the inside out. Hating everything that I’ve become, too much bitterness lies within. No peace until I die. So alone I remain a victim of my callousness. The murder of my very soul, forced by my own hand. The disgust of regret; the determination to obliterate it all. Let the pain be my salvation and embrace the desire to cut and rip and slash and stab and kill and fucking destroy. Trapped in an unending hell, my world belongs in a grave. Take this pain and bury it six feet deep. Nothing is left of me. I can only hold on so long; cold and empty, sick inside. I failed looking for my own release. No escape for a tortured past. Hopeless, I realize life is hostile.
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Sworn Vengeance - Generations