Hollow Face

Staring at myself from the outside, looking in
A black widow crawls out of my mouth and down my bloody chin
I am suspended with bed sheets constricting my throat
Hanging from the bars in the window, watching myself decompose
Perception without confinement, distorted interpretations

Washed away by the blood that runs from my flesh, a vision of death
What I saw through the eyes of my flesh
Just a glimpse of what lies beneath the surface
I can see through the blindfold, shedding light on the lies that my eyes told
Death embraces me tighter than my life ever did

Cradling my weary soul
Filling the void, filling the hole
I always had that feeling in the back of my head
The feeling that I would be better off dead
No home, nowhere to go, only an empty world to roam

So desolate and cold, I am alone
Bloated and rotting, the rats feed on my flesh
To them I leave my inheritance
They digest and shit me out, returning my flesh to the earth
Returning my flesh to the earth, bloated and rotting