The Family Heirloom

I am a pitiless man
Tearing at the seam
A lost soul
Beaten 'til my knuckles bleed
Like a prisoner with no chance to flee
No hope, no pride, no fucking sanity
All the blank walls come in closer
Is this really how it ends
This suffocating force has drawn me on its doorstep with its grip around my neck
I've gone away, dissociated, blood now festers
Familiar faces drag me to the altar
Marked for death
By my own
Blood and flesh
Stripped away of my self worth
Layer by layer as I'm conformed
No where that I can call home
No longer known as the family's heirloom
No where that I can call home
Spill the lies of your sadistic plans you bitch
No longer tied as the family's heirloom