Inside My Head
Breathing, inside this coffin they call the world.
Cold shadows, houses on fire, what is this sacramental desire?
Design this crime fading from my sight, I will never see how I’ve killed myself.
Decipher the meaning of what the gods have spoken, the torment awakens.
I live, I wake, I breathe and then I sleep.
I am becoming what I’ll never be, I know that this will end in death.
© Aniket More