Scorn

Awaken feeling weary and ailing
The world is cold with scorn
This bruised skin hangs loose from my bones
Crushed under my own weight
Unhook these claws, out from my back
Let my wounds weep
Cold with scorn
No matter how much I choke
It sticks in my lungs
I’ll always hold that bitter taste
On my tongue
When the fabric of your being begins to fray, when your moral compass
Leaves you stranded, when all but blood is rushing through your veins
There’s only one option you’re left with… Take the strain
Cold with scorn