CorpseScrew

Today I stood before, This ruined husk that keeps me concious. Decaying matters in my own hands, Run through fingers like sand.This love affair is over, sweet memories I must forget. Replace desire with absence, as the cold fingertips of temptation dig into my chest.This is killing me, My body rots from inside... I cannot, Lie to myself, or cut these wounds from within...A shell so scarred, A burning affection, This sweet release has been raped of its refuge. So hard - to believe that it's over... My stomach burns in disgust.Addiction - is so unforgiving! Like religion - it just preys on the weak. The weak take comfort in this warped sanctuary, Twisting, manipulating their beliefs.Re-born - through the eyes of self belief, Born again is the fire anointed heart. The phoenix rises, and shot down in flames, by the, Ressurection of my inner destructive self.I'm made stronger by the things that can't kill, Torn to pieces by the thoughts that will. The devestation's such a threat to survival... for the weak - it's just an easy way out.Bleed your sins through your tears of salvation, Bleed your fears and become re-born I rise up to despise the threat of adverstity, Embrace hostility - and let my corrosiveness spawn.