The Abyss Speaks - Gutter Instinct

hope is in its death throes

a flickering light, stripped of its might

at the wrong side of a zero-sum game

sea of misery, drowns every chance of victory

this poisonous seed planted so deep

growth of madness, a rooted sadness

branches itself into every line of thought

come pesticide, come suicide

it will never go to sleep

it will never ever go away

a driving force

yet a vessel of fatigue

in darkness it thrives

in darkness it thrives

get down from your throne of righteousness

crawl with me, and you will see

that behind every cynic is a wronged idealist

whose heart grows colder as it grows older

the tragedy of suffering is not to suffer

it’s the things lost on the way, gone astray

so scorch the earth, set it ablaze and recreate

rise up from your slumber, tear it all asunder