Slowly dripping
What's lost is not refilled
Can I be drunk
And keep on continuously
Consuming with fever
Rapidly with
No thought
No thought to anything I am doing
Apply more and more into that emptiness
Because, because
I've offered myself no choice
Because, because
Nothing is the way it seems
I am not the way I seem
I am something else inside that waits to break free
I am something intoxicated
Intoxicating
I am something that should be seen
Dying
Choked out
Invisible behind my external self
To a world full of eyes
I am out in the open and cannot be seen
So I pile it into my body
Like a salve
It is like a salve
Gently numbing
Slowly killing
All this maturity is a lie
And I can even delude myself
Wasted
I am completely wasted
Another spirit of death walks this earth in corporeal form
She is
Dead before she hits the grave
She is
Not even weaving a web in those empty corners
She is
Twisting into ugliness
And there is no one around
To stop her.
