Curse of Flesh

This curse of flesh I free myself from I fall on my own sword, bleeding myself out My body erased, collapsed in the sands I bore All that I am is everything I had asked for In these final moments of breath still in my weakened lungs I spill these words so incoherent, but they fall on human ears no longer And the gods' ears have wandered so far away from me, they couldn't hear me screaming "Save us all, end us now" My eyes deceived from the start, remnants of beauty are left in the wake Stare into sunless skies and reach for what you can't obtain I gave it all, I took it back, there is no greater price to pay for my betrayal of self You gave it all, your sacrifice, no peace of mind There is no place for the wicked to die Now the chains lock into place This curse of flesh I free myself from I fall on my own sword, bleeding myself out My life's work laid bare right out in front of me Like blood in the sand, my sins and virtues sink beneath I am still in so much fucking pain, deathless in eternity I will sit at the edge of the universe and watch the world fall to fucking waste Fuck Blood in the inkwell, I will write my final passages into the skies Death isn't coming for me, I've bled him dry So futile, this search for light A drop of water on a parched tongue, table scraps to a starving dog I thought if I could only taste it, in my discontent I would never take it for granted again Bled him dry Blood in the inkwell, I will write my final passages into the skies Death isn't coming for me, I've bled him dry In all my disdain, acquiesce to this spellbound form The chains all lock into place, I watch the world fall away My body erased, collapsed in the sands I bore All that I am is everything I had asked for Blood in the inkwell, I will write my final passages into the skies Death isn't coming for me, I've bled him fucking dry So futile, this search for light There is no place for the wicked to die