What am I supposed to be doing
I don't think any of us know anymore
I lay down in the dirt
As flies and beetles
Burrow through my bones
In the woods behind my home
A blanket of needles stirs
As smoke fills my lungs
And the sky waits for sin
As my chest falls apart
Fires spread in their tide
I'm doomed to be set ablaze
Under dim light I lay
In the mud-sodden ground
Are we just pawns in your game
Digging our own traps to fall into
Carrying intention to end our lives
Once we've been broken, brittled and abused
Cremated remains
Soaked by a harsh rain
Sink deep in the earth
To descend in anguish
A broken stone sits in the forest
Placed alone and forgotten
Does anything really matter
Once the fruits of our labor have all gone rotten
Do you really think
That this is the life
That we're supposed to lead
I can't remember
The last time I saw
A sign
That said
We'll rest in peace
Hidden needles wait for searching hands
What will bring us to our knees
When we don't know, what will set us free
We've been locked and shut in alone
Now we're stranded in our own homes
When all of our cuts have been scabbed
And all of our burns have healed
When we're gutted and our hearts are stabbed
We'll no longer be real
We hold our resentment
Dig our own graves to crawl into
I'll travel to the end of time just to kill you