Martyr A.D.

Seventyfive-Twentyfive

Martyr A.D.


Slave to monotony 
Another breath breads futility 
This is not a life 
A trace of reality 
Disease of existing life 
Holds only shame for me 
Slipping from importance 
As I turn away 
Cold hands breaking apart 
This will not come to pass 
We are all so alone 
And I'm lying here 
In a pool of my own isgust 
A frail ritual 
Practiced with apathy 
If this is what life has to offer 
Color me dead 
And left to the vultures 
Armed to the teeth with denial 
Suffocate the slave as therapy 
For the insane 
And a lesson the the unforgiven 
Waking to the bleak 
Disturbing sound of nothingness 
No one to save us 
This has been set 
By the eyes of the un-desired 
Dead to the world 
And tapped clean of all effort 
Tie the tourniquet 
Tight bleed the infection away 
Know that an effort of trying 
Is an effort towards dying in vain 
Life's a fable of pride 
Taught to mask the pawn 
I've taken what you've given 
And turned it into nothing 
Killed myself to redefine suffering 
Leave me here to rot 
Find a flame 
Cchoose a stake 
Close your eyes and pass away