Survivor's Guilt - The Gloom In The Corner, Dylan Torre

An eye for an eye

Leaves the good men blind

I’m the last one alive

But I’m burdened by the night

I wish I had something to say

To make it better

Another notch to the rope

Another burden to my crown

(Depraved, disengaged)

There’s nothing here to stop me from an early grave

(Tie the noose, follow through)

It’s either join the ones I love or suffer as the Devil’s muse

An acquaintance of the hangman came to see me today

Naïve to disarray

You should’ve seen the look in her eyes

When she saw I lost the light in mine

Clara my dear

I’m not a man filled with many regrets;

I’m not a man filled with many regrets

But I wish I had taken my life instead

Hated to the bone

Yet she sees through my breaking nerves

I opened my heart to a stranger

Connected through woe;

tormented angel

She came to terms with who I am;

I won’t let this become my final number

Their weight comes crashing down;

It’s like I bear their conscience atop my crown

That sits so badly on my head

Fuck it, take me now

I watch their roses bloom and wilt

I wish to join them;

this is survivor’s guilt

Let me bleed like a weeping wound

Take me instead

I’d give them all their lives back for my death;

Everyone I’ve ever loved, the dead in the mud

Father forgive me for the damage I’ve done