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Chained by this harrowing presence

A nauseating grip, like a leaden vise

Cold torrents of verdicts inaudible

Rise to brand me my father's son

Will this punishment finally tip the scale?

The question's keeping me alive

Inside these walls I've been losing my mind

In the face of the advancing night

Of pitch black decay

On the brink of utter collapse

Shattered will, the grit all gone

The bloated corpse of past failures

Banging on my door

Wants to see me drown

Serving the tyrant

My sanity on a plate

A loathsome aspect

Of a seizmic scale

This hateful menace

Turning thoughts and dreams

Into flotsam and jetsam

For years on end

Constrictiong

Transfixing

Dissolution

Constricting

Transfixing

Reality snuffed out

Fathered by weakling

Lo and behold the man

Coating shit with gold

In pursuit of that old flame

I traverse hell

Of revolving doors