Desolation’s Will
On the field where death’s
head wages war
Sadness is the law
Straight edge in tatters
Nectar warms your blood so
nothing matters
Will, that self-inflicted
pill
Resented self raises your
hand at will
But not in isolation is
desolation’s trigger pulled
Once again, always, mind
afflicted pain culls
Identify your soul as your
slide intensifies
You’re losing, being swept
out on the tide
Look back and see no hand
stretched out
Listen to the sounds, no
human shout
This desolation as you’re
breaking and falling
Seeing your reflection as
ugly and appalling
Nothing within, only a
will to guiltily self-destruct
Swimming in my tears from desolation’s will, in
disgust
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