Another midnight conversation With the pipes on the ceiling commences An anamnesis of the endless torment I endured Whilst heading back in the same direction Subconsciously begging for more I tried to embody everything that you revere But I just didn't meet the status quo And I try to make it look like I'm okay by spitting virulent words But these venomous, vile verses can only convey so much Attempt to rewire my state of mind As worms breed in the cavities where blood once flowed This is a sonnet of a man-made psychopath So here's to everyone I've lost, including myself Chronically decayed from the inside out I dangled from that one strand of hope That you severed like a knife through a rope And this recurring thought process will rape my mind Till it bleeds from every orifice But I'm still breathing I'm still retching through corrupted lungs And into this abyss I will fucking descend