Negative Forms

Scorned
Born to a vessel riddled with illness
Deformed
Lacking perfection, as is prediction
Wandering through the labryinth of addiction
And conception
Pondering every wound as a new lesson in
Isolation

Believe there is something better at the
End of this lightless tunnel we seek
Illusion that our life will have some meaning
It won't continue on this path to nothing

Forms of endless ache
Fill up every space
Still life as wе make
New shapes wrought from pain

Each musclе, each bone, constructs this wounded soul
Bleakness, starless nights, visions of grandeaur nowhere in sight
Creations, negative go towards the consuming nothingness
Creations, negative go towards the consuming nothingness

Forms of endless ache
Fill up every space
Still life as we make
New shapes wrought from pain