1. CHAMBER OF MISERY (PT. I)

Dark circles under my eyes,
Pulsating from the stress of life.
Endlessly torturing my body from head to toe.
(As my bones and dirt become one.)
All lies.
Embracing the pain inside,
Bringing my human form alive.
What else do you want from me?
What else could you possibly use me for?
Bled dry, empty and hollow.