They Swallow The Keys That Unlock The Doors Hidden Inside Their Withered Husks – Wrapped In Words

Within the withered thing I call myself, I am a lost shadow of nothingness, broken in the forever of a loneliness created by self, as the river of dreams lost drowns me beneath the hate of my own insecurities, scream upon deaf ears, cry with eyes filled with empty tears, hate within the hate of simplistic hate, fear words with greater hesitation, sin for those that hold no power over their own desires, crave an opening, drain the completeness, take back what is broken, see the signal, dine upon tonight…