Scorned

Born to a vessel riddled with illness

Deformed

Lacking perfection, as is prediction

Wandering through the labryinth of addiction

And conception

Pondering every wound as a new lesson in

Isolation

Believe there is something better at the

End of this lightless tunnel we seek

Illusion that our life will have some meaning

It won't continue on this path to nothing

Forms of endless ache

Fill up every space

Still life as wе make

New shapes wrought from pain

Each musclе, each bone, constructs this wounded soul

Bleakness, starless nights, visions of grandeaur nowhere in sight

Creations, negative go towards the consuming nothingness

Creations, negative go towards the consuming nothingness

Forms of endless ache

Fill up every space

Still life as we make

New shapes wrought from pain