Walking Dead

The final conflict against the heretic

That deeply lies in the debris within me

I saw you lying on the floor the flesh from your insides was tore & to myself

I thought help me to help myself before I change into something else

Everyday keeping this anger at bay

Staring at nothing there breathing the air of despair

I feel confined in this space where I do not have a place

I feel confined in this space where I do not have a face

Can I last much longer inside there's such a hunger

Give me a resolution to rectify this condition

Like an embryo this feeling of hopelessness grows

Pull from the inside out something so minuscule why must the world be so cruel

How could the world be so cruel? How could I be such a fool?

I feel confined in this space as everyone walks without a face

The tears on my face show my pain as I pray for strength to restrain (to restrain)