I remember clearly The vacancy behind your eyes This lack of something necessary This presence of something else.
You are just what you said You are dead. Not a trace of you left in there. You've given your demons possession Permission, without restriction. All access fucking VIP passes.
When you held me down Your demons screaming in my face, I realized that they wanted me, too. And they wouldn't stop at blood to have me.
But your demons will starve here For my soul is deeper than blood It cannot be found within the confines of my veins I've seen to it that it is safely tucked away. Behind barracks and my three-headed dog Cerberus.
All of the suffering in the world Some people hide from it Some people can't even feel it But I embrace it. I feel it and submerge myself in it. And there is a bountiful amount All around me And not around me Suffering is the most popular feeling. Isn't it?