Weak Child

Cries Never Heard

Deep Pain

The Kind That's Easily Ignored





Can't get my thoughts across to tell you

Torture intensifying inside

Dense liquid pain fills my prison cell

This overflow's my personal hell





Institutions

Forever Haunting

As the sword thrusts through my chest

I direct, inject for pleasure





Don't know why self immolation

Tempts me, it's something I can't explain

As I step out to the edge

This overflow's up to my head





The dark comes dressed

In a lavish winter gown

Laced with the rays of the sun

Shined with the glaze of the moon

Taketh hand in hand

Escort the fluid to your land

My pleasure awaits temporary escape

My cell will fill once again

But until then