Every Rope a Noose - The Black Dahlia Murder

Every rope a noose

In each knives' blade, a truth

Each day, greyer than before

Unwelcome life—

Long in the tooth

Colors, marred and queer

Ambitions disappear

The walls of shame are closing in

You’re fading fast—

You just can’t breathe anymore

Can you feel your skin yet turning cold…

…or rigor mortis' stiffenings?

It’s a dead life in this cold, dead world

So sink those rotten teeth right in

Let the disease within unfurl

Wrapped in silence, bittersweet

A trigger pull salvation: complete

Each stifled morn, the last

Coin to ferryman— passed

A tasteless tongue wags from your mouth

By plight of life, crushed in its grasp

Eyes of blind, blink not

Brought forth on earth to rot

Irreparably, they’ve damaged you

An empty shell—

You just can’t be anymore

No one can hear your death knell, ringing cold

Embrace your own insignificance

Pale skin feels paper thin

Weathered by erosive days

Raped of all of its innocence

Unending waves of self-disdain

Tormented—

An existence in vain

That weight which bends our spines

Inherit ancient strife

Struggling to stay alive as we anxiously deflate

Sheer madness fills our veins

Hell beckons with flickering flames

From ‘neath headstone with no name

All that’s left to be—

Is dead… and free

Dead, and free from this— pain!

Dead and cold!

Frozen stiff…