Scorned
Thoughts like water in a cracked glass
Leaked out, seeping through cracks in the floor
Plunging into the void
Created to be destroyed
Eyes are closed, sight wide open
Trying to fight the weight of conscience
Siphoning out all life
One shriveled husk at a time
Plunging into the void
Created to be destroyed
Eyes are closed, sight wide open
Trying to fight the weight of conscience
Siphoning out all life
One shriveled husk at a time
On hideous display for all to see
Carried out by the vultures, the scavengers
The bottom-feeders
Just like dogs, lapping it up
Consuming, controlling
The center of it all has fallen apart
Falling through the fingers
Exhausted and used up
The mere thought excruciating
Mutating once good intentions
Excoriated, emaciated, abandoned, laid to waste
Eyes are closed, sight wide open
Trying to fight the weight of conscience
Siphoning out all life
One shriveled husk at a time