nothing can survive in a vacuum
forced to implode
the dead will never walk
as the spirit erodes
it's a matter of question
when,why,and where
i know not the answer
and i don't seem to care

twisting in agony
howling in pain
pleasure my release
balancing the strain

in a empty house walls i hear them speak
voices in my head playback on repeat
sitting on a throne in a kingdom i have made
just to realize i am a slave

i see my reflection through the mirror cracked
light from the edges now bleeding black
burn to the ground, my world in flames
patterns in the ashes signifies change