Acheron

carry me over upon the banks unsure of the things to come a dance with knifes unstable and capsized medicated vision rejecting human skin unable to materialize abolish human needs love whats left of the human shape no morality shattered glass you can't save me it's a cut away bloody and tossed blessed be thy will the forgotten child in search of safety eyes see inside into its own world can’t breathe hope savor the taste of loss dark swamps slithering unseen land crowned in doubts riven by grief manifest in greed unveil the dreams baptised in mists driven by greed unhide the despair it is real praise the death it is real i used to be alive now i am mere version of what i used to be i am the heartless one the opposite side awaits every single one of them as does hell