In silence I sit
My insides, torn and slit
My soul adorned by cuts
My essence, forlorn

I cried but you didn't hear
I wept but you weren't near
I hid myself away, shrouded in my fear
And in every minute
I experienced eternity

Witness me!
As I lay here, a foul man
Grief stricken by sin and shame
Hear me!
The echo of a broken man
The hallways will always
sing your name

For I am feeble
And my life is not a blessing
That's why you treat me as a dressing
And pour me on your fucking salad

© pissprophet