Bitter - Vesuvius

I told myself that no disparity of mine

Would cause the realignment

Of this angry bitter spine

But as I fight to find the time

And peace of mind to rewind and redefine

The stigmatic intertwine

Composed of sandpaper and brine

A jagged crooked line

Holding my skeleton intact

And when the sun ingests all hydrogen

Existence fades to black

No align will redefine the static malign design

A stale tale of derail

Of mindless human decline

I will subject my soul

To what my demons bring

Their inflection is the last note

I’ll ever sign

This is the last note I’ll ever sing