Naraka - Venom Prison

Nausea, tremors, paralysis, hallucination

Buried alive, I feel the pressure on my chest

I have difficulty breathing

As my lungs collapse

Worthless, failed, forgotten

This body is a prison for my consciousness

Where I will rot and die a wretched death

The sickening nature of reality unfolds

In total darkness I shall walk

No light, no guidance

My companion is self-doubt

The path is long and the weight is getting heavy on my bones

Mind wandering

With every step I diverge from my physical self

I want to feel the pain that lingers

Razors slashing through my wrists

A rusty knife separates the tips from my fingers

Lying in a pool of blood

Castigated, scarified, humiliated

Whipped by the flames with memories

I smell the burning of my flesh

It’s not my fault

It’s you who violated me that night time and time again

Whipped by the flames with memories

I smell the burning of my flesh

Illusions of happiness disintegrate

Sanity shattered, ruined forever

Vivid dreams of hands dragging me

Into my own inferno

Crumbled to ashes

Vanished to void

Absorbed by the atmosphere

Enamoured by Death

I’m not afraid to take my final breath

Penetrating, repressing thoughts of suicide

The cold lips of the reaper taste like cyanide

Razors slashing through my wrists

A knife separates the tips from my fingers

Lying in a pool of blood, the emptiness persists

Sanity shattered, ruined forever

Vivid dreams of hands dragging me

Into my own inferno

Crumbled to ashes

Vanished to void

Absorbed by the atmosphere