Is this your own

Deep in your head

That worms its way

and eats its dead

That turns the tide

and whets its mouth

On broken dreams

Well out of reach

 

Is this your home

Buried in dirt

Betrayed by your kind

Consumed by hurt

Enveloped in bitterness

Broken by pride

Denied by your weakness

Insecurity and lies

 

Is this your grave

Where you were born

and lived surrounded by

fury and scorn

King of none but you

Alone, despised

There's no more words left

Nothing for you to take

 

Nowhere for you to hide

Just lies