Worse

WORSE
Graced with an evil embrace
An urge to put all of this to rest
Another day, another chance to kill the voices in my head
I breathe in the smoke to suffocate the other me
I feel the devil’s grasp over me
I’ve suffered every second
Every hour of every day
Show me the depths of this troubled mind (I look inside)
A fear so dominant, I’ve never seen one of its kind
Living devastation, suffocated in frustration, If loose all concentration
Then It’s all thrown down the drain
Loosing the patience of which I’ve been graced
Show me the exit
From this house I’ve built
I’ve been tirelessly running
Yet I find myself standing still
Eager to leave, I’m left standing still
Eager to pull the thorn, I hesitate
Fresh air in plain sight but I suffocate
Hope is seldom to build
I reminisce of the optimism I’ve killed
This disease is man-made
I only seem to get…
WORSE
Awake in a daydream
I’m seized by a familiar disease
I only seem to get WORSE
Punishment by design, all from the fall of the wrong direction
I have suffered alone
But if I speak my mind
What I can find from getting worse
WORSE