It began with a tremor, a twitch, a death nerve rattle

The quiet reminder that my time is running nigh

A slow and steady separation

Clinging to my sanity with fractured hands

Constant convulsions rip right through my body

Violently tearing apart my very being

As I fade between realities and drift within dimensions

Each version of my soul is greeted

With the same wretched fucking fate

Left to drown in the actions of a selfish man

A life spent lying in the face of loyalty

Spitting in the face of the truth

Is it too late for me to be seeking redemption

Born from the taste of fear on my tongue

Coveting dreams that could never be

Time has worn through me as a river through stone

Relentlessly slow and torturous

Hope is a self-constructed device

A disease that plagues fragile hearts and minds

With blood I will devote my soul

With this blood I will evoke

The last bit of hate from within these withered veins

Piercing the line between life and death

To reside in the space between the shadows

Relegated to this life of endless violence

Finding myself lost in a constant haze of fragmented psychosis

Surviving simply to witness my pitiful legacy come to life

Struggling so to embrace this end

I have to believe in the absolute beauty of death

The transformation into nothingness

There is no re-birth, no fucking redemption