Eaten

Creatures crawling on my skin, hunting my ever changing life
Spin around with rope very thin, twist the wound with my knife
My visions are blurred and bitter and I see no point in my pain
I am surrounded by fools who try to force me to gain
that illusion of welfare

Crawl and bow, feel your flesh beaten everyday
Don’t care for the worms on your back
Kneel, serve , run , die when they say
Until your vision goes black

Can you hear my rotten voice
 speak silently in your ears?
Can you see your own life fade away
when you die by my hands.

My life has been a theatre play, shown out for so long
The story has faded away but my empty shell still goes on
I am numb to the pain now, I feel nothing at all
They crushed my soul, I give them the fall
into the aeons of death.