Consumed

Honest little poem bout a little somebody and the way they make ya feel

3. Consumed



Consumed, three summers beneath

Then resurrected it’s exhumed.

This fucking torture, this fucking savage pain

Consumed again



Why do I seek this suffering?

Why do we all? Why do you?

It’s like I feel so alive, sometimes

And then, bang, nothing but sorrow



Even my fucking arms hurt today

Yesterday my legs didn’t want to do what was intended for them

I have a thousand mile stare today

And a mind full of sorrow



Exhumed, fate surely has its reason

Am I to be tortured for eternity?

Does fate even exist? Do I pave this painful road?

If so I torture myself



Woke up today, just about

Had a little think about life and thought that’s not worth thinking about

I’m consumed, one thought, one feeling

One life and only one can make me feel like the living.