Within Withered Veins

It began with a tremor, a twitch, a death nerve rattle
 The quiet reminder that my time is running nigh
 A slow and steady separation
 Clinging to my sanity with fractured hands
 Constant convulsions rip right through my body
 Violently tearing apart my very being
 As I fade between realities and drift within dimensions
 Each version of my soul is greeted
 With the same wretched fucking fate
 Left to drown in the actions of a selfish man
 A life spent lying in the face of loyalty
 Spitting in the face of the truth
 Is it too late for me to be seeking redemption?
 Born from the taste of fear on my tongue
 Coveting dreams that could never be
 Time has worn through me as a river through stone
 Relentlessly slow and torturous
 Hope is a self-constructed device
 A disease that plagues fragile hearts and minds
 With blood I will devote my soul
 With this blood I will evoke
 The last bit of hate from within these withered veins
 Piercing the line between life and death
 To reside in the space between the shadows
 Relegated to this life of endless violence
 Finding myself lost in a constant haze of fragmented psychosis
 Surviving simply to witness my pitiful legacy come to life
 Struggling so to embrace this end
 I have to believe in the absolute beauty of death
 The transformation into nothingness
 There is no re-birth, no fucking redemption