Naraka

Nausea, tremors, paralysis, hallucination
 Buried alive, I feel the pressure on my chest
 I have difficulty breathing
 As my lungs collapse
 Worthless, failed, forgotten
 This body is a prison for my consciousness
 Where I will rot and die a wretched death
 The sickening nature of reality unfolds
 In total darkness I shall walk
 No light, no guidance
 My companion is self-doubt
 The path is long and the weight
 Is getting heavy on my bones
 Mind wandering
 With every step I diverge
 From my physical self
 I want to feel the pain that lingers
 Razors slashing through my wrists
 A rusty knife separates the tips from my fingers
 Lying in a pool of blood
 Castigated, scarified, humiliated
 Whipped by the flames with memories
 I smell the burning of my flesh
 It's not my fault
 It's you who violated me
 That night time and time again
 Whipped by the flames with memories
 I smell the burning of my flesh
 Illusions of happiness disintegrate
 Sanity shattered, ruined forever
 Vivid dreams of hands dragging me
 Into my own inferno
 Crumbled to ashes
 Vanished to void
 Absorbed by the atmosphere
 Enamoured by Death
 I'm not afraid to take my final breath
 Penetrating, repressing thoughts of suicide
 The cold lips of the reaper taste like cyanide
 Razors slashing through my wrists
 A knife separates the tips from my fingers
 Lying in a pool of blood, the emptiness persists
 Sanity shattered, ruined forever
 Vivid dreams of hands dragging me
 Into my own inferno
 Crumbled to ashes
 Vanished to void
 Absorbed by the atmosphere