It’s All Gone 19

I can feel the malice building up inside of me,
I’m left alone to dig myself into a state of abject despair with an urge to destroy.

A knife in the back, the next one’s in the throat, let the lifeblood drain.
At least it’s consistent, the ebb and the flow of our short time frame.

We’ll bury the men but not their sins; their horrors linger on.
An abortion cursed to walk this earth spreading heartache and misery with no reprieve.

I can feel the pressure beginning to build in me leaving an image of you.
This resentment is hostile and killing me, burning a hole.

My detachment weighs me down and sows the seeds,
Burnt, left a shell of my former self. A burden on the cusp of reverie; a lack of purpose.

A knife in the back, the next one’s in the throat, let the lifeblood drain.
At least it’s consistent, the ebb and the flow of our short time frame.

We’ll bury the men but not their sins; their horrors linger on.
Joined intrinsically at the centre of everything. Your names I’ll say at the start and the end with my regret.

I can feel the pressure beginning to build inside, leaving an image of you.
This resentment is hostile and killing me, burning a hole.
It’s all fucking 19.

I can feel the pressure beginning to build in me leaving an image of you.
This resentment is hostile and killing me, burning a hole in my heart.
I feel the pressure beginning to build in me leaving an image of you.
This resentment is hostile and killing me, burning a hole