Like a thousand plagues over my soul
and the smell coming from behind the trees make me sick
it brings flashbacks from the past haunting me
reddish gold and silver, a hint of rust and blood
my eyes, they burn from the dying embers once known as me
they suffocate
the dying embers once known as me
i cant make out the names on the wall
they're rusted and covered with blood
take my hands, force feed me trauma
take my hands and nail them together
take all that i see and force feed me trauma
as the candle light fades
my hands are nailed together
my eyes burn
one last kiss from my sweet sarin
force fed trauma |
