I Return as Chained and Bound to You

Lament over an empty tomb, scorned by those who gave up too soon. Kneel before the empty tomb. I am the scourge. I am the open wound. Pockmarked fields by open graves, my dying dream that no one saves reminding me of all the ways, an endless waste of all my days. Lament over an empty tomb, forsaken—I gave up too soon. Kneel before the empty tomb. I am the scourge, the self-inflicted wound. Repetition clouds my vision. No one listens. Sinew stripped by exhausting subservience, open veins to a perverted reverence, as we succumb to our compulsive deviance. All the things I'll never see, all the things I'll never be, all there is that's left for me is here in this eternity. All the things I'll never see, all the things I'll never be, all my hopes are memory, all there is that's left for me is obligation.