With Eyes Ever Turned Inward

An image of me beneath my GRAVE

what's gone wrong this time?

just a step away from the dead silence bleeding in my head

i found the corpse of my conscience locked away

i'm speaking in static and pain

but the faces do not respond to these things i say

i was crawling through the broken glass of my thoughts

i realized that i hate most everything

I HATE MOST EVERYTHING

i stand beneath my grave