Broken Throne

My fingertips are mere ash
Dragging on the paper
Trust in glutton took me
It turned my whole fate over
Sending the angels of his bottle
To drink me dry of pride and sense
My father of misdirection
Sold me out for his own protection
My very blood is curdling
At the sound of the explosive knock
Coming from the door of sin
Spewing forth, my body starts to rock
I can't see through my tainted vision
I'm only fulfilling this hell sent mission
By sitting, waiting for my time to come
If i could feel my legs i would only run
My mistakes are eating at me
My subconscious a vat of acid
Feeling only judgement for my body
The remains of a poor man savaged
Ravaged, insane, with no need to contain
Anything and everything free for the taking
So come one and all to witness
The broken man on his broken throne
Garbage, inane, a tongue of acid rain
Nothing left of something, not worth the blame
So come one and all to witness
The broken man in his broken home

Ruin is all and ruin is one
Damaged goods and the will of a saint
Destruction for all from the ruined one
Havoc is a message that can only taint
Only hell awaits for this contextual coward
Spitting with a forked tongue on all that serve him
In fire he's bathed and in poison he's showered
If he could catch a dime for every one of his sins

So now we're broken, severed forever
No fitting these broken pieces together
We waste our moments alone, behold
The warmth i felt is now ice cold
I can't imagine any other possibility
To reach out would be hypocrisy
Mangled ties we spend unfortunate
The very thought makes me sick to my gut
This cruel world feigned us a chance
But now only the devil will dance
On the floor we paved ourselves
We cut emotions to save ourselves
Now I'm careful when i think about you
My mind is only trying to forget you
I pack my pride and all of this anger
And i direct it to my dead, cold core
He's a broken man in a broken home
Nothing left at all, he's gnawing on his own bones
Been this way forever, at least he feels that way
Led on the floor always dreading the next day
All he wants is a chance to show he's worth something
Otherwise his life has all been for nothing
Struggling to stand up, never made his mind up
One inch short of a full measure
He throws up on the stone cold floor
Screaming 'i can't take no more'
Being alone in this cruel world
Cast out by the ones he cared for
And he sits there waiting for
Anything, everything, a little more
Lost his mind when it was too late
His face falls numb, is this fate?
As his eyes drip red and his arms fall numb
What is it making the mood so glum?
Snapping his spine and twisting his limbs
Falling prey to his thoughts, thinking only of sins
He's lost forever in his broken home
This broken man on his broken throne
Keep pushing this and it'll only leave us sore
The monster we created doused our every pore
The sting may only appear to be skin deep
But the agony we feel is a secluded keep
A barrier to push us, committing sin
This creature would be crushed by the very thing that drives him

Ruin is all and ruin is one
Damaged goods and the will of a saint
Destruction for all from the ruined one
Havoc is a message that can only taint
Only hell awaits for this contextual coward
Spitting with a forked tongue on all that serve him
In fire he's bathed and in poison he's showered
If he could catch a dime for every one of his sins