Fearing my armour deflected the truth
I extract an emotion, 
and with abated breath
present it to you.

As time crawls to a stand still,
the gesture lingers between us in the air.
A moment of absolution 
forever destined to end in despair.

It feels right today 
the decision we made.
But tomorrow i'll succumb
and need to be saved.

The frequency keeps changing
the words don't make sense.
Thought I'd deciphered it
but i'm back here again. 

Look inside the shell and tell me what you see…
Is it possible that it is me?

Weathered through too many storms,
bearing scars of pain reformed.
Emotions yet unexplored,
fester inside waiting to be born.

Look inside the shell and tell me what you see…
I don't think it's reality.

Numbness envelops the false sense of security.
A bleeding soul courses unnoticed,
in a vessel fractured with impurity.
The vileness threatening to overcome,
as cracks appear it comes undone.

Look inside the shell and tell me what you see…
It's too late for you or me. 

Feeling nothing and feeling everything,
the poisoned thoughts from shadows where they lurk,
come out to play and end the day.
Corrupted by an unfair start the rotting flesh is hacked away
and suffering disguised as blood, seeps through the wound that was my life.