Slamming your heart to your ribs
Always in the back off your mind
Tower off death in the end of the line.

You wait for magician, wile diamond plastering your grave
Self betrayal born fore unmarked last resting place
The drops on the windshield more like bullets press
Lurking in the shadows waiting to posses.

We fall into this so Easily

I credited my own prison unnumbered hell
My own sell "internal dwell"
A pain lies deep inside eclipsing the brightest side
Soul beyond repair
Bringing Ghost of despair.