At Peace in Hell - Cloud Rat

You like picking open sores

While the quietness of your home gives you a sense of completion

A life well spent, within your years

Liberation from a body

Liberation from a cage

Never knowing, always wailing

The bile eeks its way out

The whispers are diminishing

You, falling

The curtains sway with every breath you take

The painful choices…

And you think about how it is absolutely terrifying to be alone

But ready the stars

The last light and now the dark

Of the masks you wear in this world

I have one built called «Infinity»