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In Becoming a Ghost

The Spiraling Void

Life is pain and the world is grey
A spiraling void in the frantic soiree
Sunken eyes see only misery
The figure I feared in the shadows was me

Wallowing in hell
To lift the grisly spell
A prisoner in this flesh
A sense of hopelessness

Round and round and round we spin
With feet of lead and wings of tin
I want to be punished for my sins

Tear through my muscle and my skin
I want to be punished for my sins
Tear through my muscle and my skin

The shroud of bewilderment
My infirmary beyond the throes of the spiraling void
A longing to be free from this desolation…
Denied

A spiraling void in the frantic soiree
Sunken eyes see only misery
The figure I feared in the shadows was me

Falling faster
Losing sight of what I am
Rip my flesh off of my body
Peel the muscle from my bones

Sentenced to this wretched vessel
Suffering to be atoned
Round and round and round we spin
With feet of lead and wings of tin

Wallowing in hell
To lift the grisly spell
My skin, my cell, where I will suffer well