Grieving the Loss of Self
Grieving Souls: A Descent into Inner Turmoil by Xenobiotic
Lyrics
I ask thee, please release me from this inner circle of hell
I plead to be freed from the torment within, a metaphorical hell.
As it kills me, devours me, I scream out for any form of help
The agony consumes and torments, desperate for any assistance.
If the walls if could speak to me, they'd reduce me dumb
If the walls could speak, they would render me speechless.
A nightmare infused fabrication of rues with evil soon to come
An ominous and nightmarish anticipation of impending evil.
Desperate and almost deranged.
Feeling intense desperation, bordering on madness.
My sense turn on me and I feel it again in my soul, it aches
Senses betray, causing soulful pain; aching at the core.
Convoluted masked with a veil of reprieve
Complexity hidden behind a facade of temporary relief.
Are you out there? I can hear you
A plea for acknowledgment from an unknown presence.
What is happening to me?
A realization of an unsettling transformation.
In a waking comatose state
In a state between consciousness and unconsciousness.
The past begins to bloom and envelops my mind
Recollection of the past intensifies, engulfing the mind.
All the fears have drowned what little hope I had
Fears overwhelm, overshadowing any remaining hope.
In finding you safe and sound
Hopes of finding safety shattered.
Don't look at me, disgusted by my own reflection
Disgust towards oneself, unable to face personal reflection.
These hands unclean, designed by evil used to create deception
Unclean actions, driven by malevolence, used to deceive.
How could have I known? That I was the one who brought you here
Realization of being the cause of another's suffering.
Am I the ghost? The one who's to blame
Questioning if one is the haunting presence responsible.
For falling apart when you needed me most
Regret for falling apart when needed the most.
In my hollow shell, a dormant yet hostile tormenting cell
Existing in a vacant and hostile inner prison.
These moments feel all the same, every day is pain, just take it away
Every day feels the same, an unending cycle of pain.
Whispers fall from behind, casting their horrors, infecting my mind
External influences spreading horror, infecting the mind.
Driven to breaking point, how could i have been so blind
Pushed to a breaking point, realization of blindness.
Mirrors spill nothing but truth, how could this be, i've done this to you
Mirrors reflecting undeniable truth, acknowledging wrongdoing.
Everything that has been, caused by my hand it seems
Acceptance of responsibility for all that has transpired.
How could i have done this to you?
Ashamed realization of causing harm to another.
Save me
A desperate plea for salvation.
through my bones im feeling, an insufferable balance of pain
Intense physical and emotional pain felt to the core.
infesting my thoughts with whispers so wrought
Mind infested with tormenting whispers.
I'm grieving the loss of self
The expression of mourning for the loss of one's identity.
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