Voyeurism

Sold to all, outside control
Endlessly, tear at my soul
Crucified, objectified
Can’t escape, the walls have eyes
Mangled, blood fills my chest
Hanging on my final breath
Whispers, shouting, turning heads
Witness to my public death
Falling, reaching hell
Dragging me down
Spectators tear me apart
And hand me around
Disrespected till my death
No love, only fear to sell
Bear witness, nothing but a spectacle
Fuck you all
Moral weakness (voyeaurism)
Nothing