my solemn is quiet
my soul has slipped so far into my sanctuary I have been unable to speak
it's not that I feel nothing I feel everything, maybe too deep
feeling like I forgot to talk or I forfeited the right
evil cannot cover me; darkness offers no shade
you know where hell is?
its inside you, casting your reflection while lying in an iron lung
what a nightmare, there is no escape
you are left alone with your feelings
while your heart is being strangled
and there is no escape
my thoughts ascend and descend, looking for a way out
swimming sideways, I push the barrier
only dead ends
death doesn’t; it goes on and on
I hear the pleading for help in every line. This is a sad one with a lot of weight. Also the lines sound haunted, like the speaker knows there’s little hope for survival no matter what. A very dark tale, crimsin.