Paden Geddings Rot

[Rot!]

Paden Geddings

My breath stifled, the pain won’t let me go The hands that surround me drive their way into my skull I have so much heartache that I bleed through my pores Memories that left wretched marks down to my core Solitarily in this chamber that I made, unable to move The mold growing in my brain, I feel it beginning to ooze Everybody who I thought cared became oh-so distant All I really needed is them to look into my eyes and to call me sickened At least then I could admit the hurt that runs through my veins. The wretched poison keeping me in these unyielding chains But when my body is finally laid to rest There will be no time to breathe The horrors that hide in my head will continue to creep They will seep into the ground, awaiting at the surface And at that point, you’ll feel the same blood I weep. It’s a cycle of tragedy Your sins will follow the very same ones you preached.