Rot - Aethere

Why do I feel the thing that will someday kill me

Makes me feel more alive than most

I feel odd/off

I don’t remember the last time I got rest

Content in solitude

Longing for company

An overwhelming feeling of something to say but nothing when pen meets paper

The process of being killed/The process of killing onesself

Somber thoughts

Suffocating on words unsaid

I can’t seem to get away

I can’t seem to stray

From the voices coming from inside my head

I’ll just rot… Alone in silence

I’ll just rot… It never stops

I’ll rot…

I’ll rot…

I’ll rot…

I’ll rot…

Open up

Breathe in quickly

Sharp exhale

Hurry up, hurry up

Stop/silence

I’m sorry I can’t find the words to say

Hanging from that rope

I can see you sway

I want to know what went through your head

I don’t know if I was meant to end the same way;

dead

I know it’s wrong but we share the same name

Who is to say we can’t share the same fate

Ungrateful

I don’t have any real issues other than the ones in my head

I have no right to think I’d be better off dead

But here I am alone

Born on the left side of the throne

With a tongue that strikes the heart

Allows the poison to seep in and tear apart

Let me rot