Dead Nerves

Here lies a broken man
Dead & beaten from his own hands
The wounds internal, self inflicted
Without his consent shapeless men have shifted
Through my eyes, & through my psyche, my head is heavy through the night
Here lies a broken man
Dead & beaten from his own hands
The wounds internal, self inflicted
Without his consent shapeless men have shifted
So how does it feel?
To pull the hammer back
Do you hear a gun crack
Or does it all just turn to black?
Death is on both sides of me
I’m just another faithless being
These men have come for nobody but me
I’m only one step closer to insanity