Contagion Clasp

What kind of hell is this?
Lips locked as tight as my fingers to this porcelain
Love made in pure disgust
There’s no escaping my own mind
Circulation a thing of distant memory
To my feeble failing extremities
My gaze grudge fucking refracted image
Thoughts evading my very existence
The only thing returning glances, the pile of shit I called a man
What kind of hell is this?
God sharing kin, with the monster’s under my bed
This instance, the only monster’s reside in my head
A skeleton, making residence in a closet
Refusing to rot away, still it kicks and screams
Motherfucker, you don’t want to see what I’ve seen
Repeating, incoherent, mindless echoes
I’ve fell down my own endless rabbit hole
What kind of hell is this, is it all in my head or does it really exist?
What kind of hell is this
What kind of hell is this, is it all in my head or does it really exist?
Refusing to rot away, still it kicks and screams
Motherfucker, you don’t wanna see what I’ve seen