As the Virus Creeps

I’m through with corruption and conspiracy
They can no longer strike their fear in me
I’m far too infected to accept any truth
I’m far too poisoned for even you
And I’m sorry.

Trying to peek through an obstruction of view
Trying to crawl, find my way back to you
But I have been pierced with rusty nails
And I find myself scorched in fiery hell
And I’m sorry.

In this furnace of embers, hostility and choice
My eyes burned by the ash of static and noise
I choose numbness over pain and sunshine over rain
But I don’t know if I’ll ever find my footing again
And I’m sorry.

If all warfare is based upon deception
It sure is seeking revenge with needle injection
And so the virus creeps deep within me
Pulling me into the abyss of a coma sea
And I’m sorry.

Behind the curtain . . . me, I’m not
Reflections turn into ripples, forgot
I’m something to somebody special
But I’m nothing, so please, I can’t save myself
And I’m sorry.