The Stagnant Room - Ophis

Here in this cube

Where l rip my bleak skin

With black razors

No time can get in or out

Just seep in-to my hatred

Here is where time

Can not turn nor move on

Just remain

Here is where wounds never heal

L can feel my flesh burning

And my caustic soul turn to pulp

As l turn my dead eyes

To these stone walls

And the mirrors

L have longsince stopped screaming

There is no breath left

Not even to speak

And l drag a world behind me

That does not exist

L once thought l was growing

But life was just shrinking

And the truest form of horror

Is when all horrors turn inane

And the cruelest form of silence

Is the silence to yourself

Wounds can never heal

When time is standing still

Wounds can never heal

When time is standing still

As l am withering

Stagnation in my will

The reek of torment

Descending on me

Condemned to relive

The memories

All over and over again