27 December 2012
I'm about to collapse Beneath the weight Of this nonsense To all of this shit That life keeps throwing Against my every defence Infecting my system Rotting my core Destroying from within And out All I adore
Struggling in the ring Five rounds in And taking every punch With a bruise and a sting And I cry And I wail And I beg it to stop But the punches keep coming And bones break with a crunch
For you see My dark, little secret That I've hidden from you Has now spilled over From beneath my surface Underneath my disguise And into clear view To the world's staring eyes And it is here That I must Hold onto my mind Before I lose it To insanity's hand And the absence Of sound And drag myself Down To The ground
Every year For the last Five Someone I knew Loved And cherished Has tragically Died My Grandad My Cousin My Dog My Aunt And My Girlfriend Have all passed away Leaving me Alone Confused To the bone And in mourning For every year From the first Of the five A part of me Has diminished And died As their eyes Dimmed With their absence And their hope Of a life Was denied
Throughout my life I've been nothing But kind Considerate And patient But no longer Is it in me To be that way Out of my mind I'm sick of you And life And all else too For I am The way I am Because of the pain That follows me home Bringing the fear Of taking a breath In case someone I love Disappears at the touch Because of the fact For the last five years I've been stalked By the spectre of death
So here I rest All that is left Tired and weak Prepared to give up Crumpled upon the ground All shallow and meek Dying from exhaustion And the pain that comes Digging my own grave To the sound Of quieting Drums
But with the dying Of the beat Within my heart Rises anger That beats it anew 'Cause I would be lying If I said I was done Death may be winning But it sure ain't won Five rounds in the ring Fighting through the next One on one With the spectre of Death That haunts And trails My every move Either Death itself The Collector Dies And fails...
Or I do
And in my rage I will haunt The spectre
Opuss № I