Schitzoid Paranoid

Alone, abandoned and possessed
The wounds they ache, there is no rest
Cryptic life, decay
March to die, born suicidal
From the womb, deny survival
Sanity slips away
Within my grasp
I know I’m near
This heart will last
I cannot bear
My aching tortured soul shall rise
Reborn through scorn (and) abrasive cries
The end is my domain
See the smoke I’ve left behind
Toxic fumes blow down the line
In my void I dwell
Within my grasp
I know I’m near
This heart will last
I cannot bear