Beaten down, anesthetized
A spirit desensitized
Hopes and dreams fast fading
Until a sense of waiting
Was all that remained
Yet the "it" never came
Death throes
Less violent than expected
(Was this all I was meant to be)
Rather meek and pathetic
(Under the surface)
Death throes
Fitful scribbles in darkness
(Was this all I was meant to be)
Which took years to surface
Despair and loneliness
Bitter taste of distress
The constant longing for
Something so much more
Always an elusive key
Just beyond what I could see
Death throes
Less violent than expected
(Was this all I was meant to be)
Rather meek and pathetic
(Under the surface)
Death throes
Fitful scribbles in darkness
(Was this all I was meant to be)
Which took years to surface
Years to surface
Thought those times
Were just the beginning
But they were
The beginning of the end
Death throes
Not violent
Not a cathartic crescendo
Just a candle slowly burning out
Flickering before it winks out
But death throes nonetheless
This truly is the end...
Or my last chance
To save myself
Death throes
Death throes
Death throes
Death throes
Death throes
Death throes
Death throes