From The Grave

Speaking from the pit of my stomach

I can't fathom all the fears and the riddles

that keep me down under

where the strings of abandonment

are tied around my neck

and a sword cuts through my abdomen

Abaddon, Angel of Death

I paint a picture so perverse

cause it feels

as if i'm under a curse

Welcome to wicked wonderland where little bunnies are hurt

Am I bitter, am I sweet?

This ain't no fun

I'm on the run

Who payed the price on the cross

Why do I keep missing the target

Why can't I rise above?

The misery, the grave

this icky feeling at my base

the s**t that has me hunted

by a reckless Beast

I crack my skull with thousand questions

but no light, that enters in

restless mess we call the mind

when do I finally begin

to show response-ability

I can't hide under my skin

My mum is now of age

and it hurts me when I think

that she'll never see me grow up

burning all the bridges she has built

It is a man who cares

where the kid is scared

risky-whisky when you count on courage

but there is little there

Oh heart of mine

why have thy fallen in the grave

slithering snakes...

Is this it? The end of mine?

Or do I stand, defend the line?

I crack my skull with thousand questions

but no light, that enters in

restless mess we call the mind

when do I finally begin

to show response-ability

I can't hide under my skin