Virus - Only Crime

No light to shine on this one

I’m through if I’ve begun

Finished with this life

Your words are just a virus to me

I’m a past your token sympathy

There’s freedom in the coming storm

I need your fear to keep me

Torn from the edge of security I fall

Where smoke stains line the spaces on my walls

Bleak frames of rusted lives

Waiting there for nothing except the darkness

And dread

Like I’m clawing my way

Through the colorless despair

The shades I paint my own mind

The pain inside my own mind

Slipping further deep inside

I head the world beyond myself

Scream inside this hollow shell

Somehow it’s so familiar

Will anything temper the darkness?