Malaise - WRVTH

The night grows old

Beckoning

This

Indifference

Suffering an overdose feeling of resentment

Like a needle

Filled with grieving rage

Like a needle

Filled with…

RAGE

The supplement of synthetic wisdom

Rising from the grave

To breach the barrier

of a thousand words

So adamantly spoke

Those vows were the threads

that stitched this heart together

The hymns of defeat

echo through my nervous system

The choir chants

As I fall

Down

To my

KNEES

«This isn’t what.

I wanted…

This isn’t how…

it was suppose…

to.

BE!»

This oath I betrayed

Has left a cold

That lingers

Numbing these…

Frail bones

Like an infectious

scab

My wounds scease to heal

My livelihood is the currecny

for these cheaps thrills

My pockets are empty!

I’ve sold my sensibilty

to keep these withdrawls at bay

Pawning ambitions…

For a solace…

That never…

STAYS

THAT NEVER STAYS