A Custom-Made Hell - Coldworker

Blinded from the world outside

Restraining my moves

I have got nowhere to hide

I have nothing to prove

Barred reality, feeding hostility

Aligning with suffering, hatred reigns

Blind to the beating, dying in vain

Aligning with suffering, familiar with pain

Desirable meeting on the edge to what I sustain

They’re refusing to show

But I am dying to see

This is a custom-made hell

Constructed only for me

Forced and compelled

Limitations exceeding

Incarnations of hell

Leaving me bleeding

Shutting out all that’s real

Emotional rape

Ungodly abuse

Is now taking shape

Soiled by their disgusting hands

I’m scraping my skin

A plague that infects the land

The dark secret within

(Aligning with suffering) Hatred reigns

Blind to the beating, dying in vain

Aligning with suffering, familiar with pain

Desirable meeting on the edge to what I sustain