My heart is racing out of my chest
I can feel my skin tearing
I see the things I fear most in a display of horror
Broken shards of my soul gouge my eyes out
I taste blood as my tongue disfigures and contorts
I know this is the end
And if I am to survive this horror then
I know that
I am equivalent to the maggots that feed on a dead rat’s bollocks
For to live is an insult as I serve no purpose but to destroy the things I love
(part 03)