Wretchedness - Chambers

Just promise me

To hold my hands

Too weak to see

Too empty to feel

Too tired to hear

Too wasted to function

No time to excuse

No need to explain

HOLD MY HANDS

Your world breaks in

True taste unbearable

Nothing to believe in

Nothing to hold onto

There’s only this

Ocean of emptyness

And you will drown in the

Blood of your wretchedness