Loathing Me
After all this time
This uncertainty exists
This emptiness I shelter
Becomes my consciousness
A feeling leaping from my gut
Till the tip of my tongue
That I will never comprehend
My lack of bliss
Paint me a picture of my existence
In a tainted form of black
A piece of art
Representing the unforgiving loathing me
And soon you will see
Nothing more than an unremitting disaster
Is all that I 'll ever be
So mold me with your gentle hands
And instill me with a sense of defeat
I 'm begging you to let me fall
To see this vessel shatter
A long-awaited feeling that
Life flows out of me
It left a mark on me
I had never expected
A feeling leaping from my gut
Till the tip of my tongue
That I will never comprehend
My lack of bliss
After all this time
This uncertainty exists
This emptiness I shelter
Becomes my consciousness
Sometimes I wonder
If I will ever feel whole again
Before I wither away
Paint me a picture of my existence
In a tainted form of black
A piece of art
Representing the unforgiving loathing me
And soon you will see
Nothing more than an unremitting disaster
Is all that I 'll ever be
Sculpture me
In the purest form of white
Grand me the gift to see
That this pain will never
Let me be
It left a mark on me
I had never expected
It left a mark on me
I had never expected
This emptiness
Becomes my consciousness
This uncertainty exists
This emptiness I shelter
Becomes my consciousness
A feeling leaping from my gut
Till the tip of my tongue
That I will never comprehend
My lack of bliss
Paint me a picture of my existence
In a tainted form of black
A piece of art
Representing the unforgiving loathing me
And soon you will see
Nothing more than an unremitting disaster
Is all that I 'll ever be
So mold me with your gentle hands
And instill me with a sense of defeat
I 'm begging you to let me fall
To see this vessel shatter
A long-awaited feeling that
Life flows out of me
It left a mark on me
I had never expected
A feeling leaping from my gut
Till the tip of my tongue
That I will never comprehend
My lack of bliss
After all this time
This uncertainty exists
This emptiness I shelter
Becomes my consciousness
Sometimes I wonder
If I will ever feel whole again
Before I wither away
Paint me a picture of my existence
In a tainted form of black
A piece of art
Representing the unforgiving loathing me
And soon you will see
Nothing more than an unremitting disaster
Is all that I 'll ever be
Sculpture me
In the purest form of white
Grand me the gift to see
That this pain will never
Let me be
It left a mark on me
I had never expected
It left a mark on me
I had never expected
This emptiness
Becomes my consciousness
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Writer(s): Luca Vasilisin
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