The dirt up to my eyes Lungs about to collapse Skin begins to break Embedded in the earth Time could never heal The wounds inflicted deep Years of abuse Quietly self-induced Life portrays a silence A calm wind of sorts Pale faces pass In this quiet hell found cold Years of abuse Bound my thoughts The memories of old One with myself Frail and damned within Enthroned in silence Split down the middle Beneath your gaping flesh Broken over me