With Eyes Ever Turned Inward
by Through the Eyes of the Dead· from Bloodlust
An image of me beneath my GRAVE
what's gone wrong this time?
just a step away from the dead silence bleeding in my head
i found the corpse of my conscience locked away
i'm speaking in static and pain
but the faces do not respond to these things i say
i was crawling through the broken glass of my thoughts
i realized that i hate most everything
I HATE MOST EVERYTHING
i stand beneath my grave