Death With No Coffin { Poetry/Quotes/Solace }

Eating Away At My Flesh

My sins eating away at my flesh,
My bones now bare to human eyes,
But I think everyone's blind,
Can't they see I'm suffering?

The sun shone upon everyone giving them halo
Making them seem angel like
But where is my halo?
I deserve it.

Tattooed bruises scattered my whole skin
But now all I have are cracked and chipping bones

I can still hear the piano instrumental playing even after what I did to try to make it stop

That same instrumental was your favorite
The one that I'm trying so desperately to forget

I became the sin clawing at my own flesh
Which gave me agonizing pain

I became the rock pounding on my bones
And the nails chipping them away

All done to try and get your favorite instrumental from inside my body
But I'm failing miserably
The more I try the more prominent it becomes

I didn't think of this before but maybe the problem isn't me

It's you

Maybe you should get another favorite instrumental

So I showed up at your front door invited myself in
And played for you in my brittle state

With my sinful fingers that I used to claw at my soul

I played your favorite with the devils hand
One of fear and antagonizing souls

Turning your favorite dream into your worst nightmare

That same nightmare that ruined you forever
While I was at ease

While my bones are now repaired
And skin back intact

You now feel what I felt
You are now in my place
Clawing at your skin and chipping at your bones
Just to get rid of the melody you once loved

Now I see why I don't get a halo
Because I'm traveling with the devil