The Weight Of My Distortion.

This is a room where no light pierces.
A room where darkness bears his weight...
I'm blind here. Suffering.

In my personal prison, insanity waits...

So bitter...
So coooollllld....
So numbing breaths.
Hard. Raspy. Saturnine.
Don't strip another life from me.
For the reasons for Death, I'll never find...

Faces frown inside the walls.
Squeaking and squealing as their smiles twist...
I scream. I wail.
"Fuck you all!!!!"
But their plush faces are pillows, to the balls of my fists.

And one distinct face, so familiar...
She's letting her tears drop upon my own.
And then all plush fades into darkness,
As I reminisce in these shadows alone.

Distortion, you're in the driver's seat...
But playing the truthful passenger.
As a misty fog that shrouded black leather,

To drown her in this moor of shame.

I'll never find your reason, cruel Death...
I'll never want...to kill myself...
She was the distant part of me...

But I was the weight that took the blame.