Rotten!
The rot has been there for years, spreading like a mortal desease
A darkness pit of my soul, leaving all behind
Finding my ownself in the void, which is nothing
Those feelings are dying slowly
Until all is gone
The hollowing sound of the echoes yelling at me
This curse that I carry through devouring all
This pain that I felt is killing me slowly
Until this vessel stays useless
Rotting inside the soul
We are rotting
Taking us slowly, and leaving us empty
The pain is leaving us empty
We are rotting
The pain grow slower
We are dying