Mosh N' Roll

I dressed myself for my own funeral tonight. C'mon! Tonight I drank myself into a fucking coma. Fuck this shit world. Each day I am growing colder. Tonight intended to be, the end of everything "me". My blood is burning through my veins, fucking urgently. I'm decomposing and I'm not even dead. My body's breaking down until it is shed. My chest, a coffin closed where you used to be. Time heals nothing. Trust is so fucked. You're dead to me. Trust is so fucked. Believing is just another word for self defeat. Nothing you give will ever mean a fucking thing. Disappointment is certain, and so I fall to my knees. I've handed down my life with every breath I breathe. I'm decomposing and I'm not even dead. My body's breaking down until it is shed. My chest, a coffin closed where you used to be. Time heals nothing. Trust is so fucked. You're dead to me. I dressed myself for my own funeral tonight. C'mon! Night after fucking night, knife at my throat. Endless fucking tears for you, I've lost all hope.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025

You burned a portrait in my eyes You watched me falter My motivation now encircles my wrist This razor blade says I've fucking been dismissed All my life you were my silver lining My only hope, my explanation for not dying Through all these years you were my reason We shed a tear for your fucking treason Weathered by the lines that paint tragedy across my wrists

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025

In the ship room, we are the stowaways We sing along to all the songs the jukebox plays Mourning the memories of the lost that are raised We are the dead, dance in our graves All my life I played the part of a hero and a shining star A legend among the lost at sea but death comes quick with this anchor around my feet Cold as life I fill my cup So, cheers tonight and let's drink up We sail the fog of a graveyard sea Searching for the truth in the bite of shark's teeth We are the dead dance in your grave.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025

I swear to end this I swear to end this now I fade away stacking day upon every fucking day I've lost myself in the blood of heavy fucking April rains Mistakes are made regret the weight Regret. This weight. Hangs one foot in the fucking grave My back, a lifelong scarring. It never fucking heals. Through the sores of embedded fucking knives I suffer everyday just to deal. Back pocket full of broken hearts and I don't feel a fucking thing I've tried to shed this mark but I just can't shake its fucking stain The shards of this cut through this longing wrist The shards of a broken heart cut through this longing wrist I suffer everyday just to deal. I'm fighting everyday just to feel.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025

I fucking give up I never though it would come to this. I cannot handle a past that I may have never lived. I've watched the years bleed out I never thought it would come to this. This is the last thing I would ever thought I'd regret This bottle, long since emptied and shattered, just like me. Broken and incomplete I've watched you, years after, my wrist, my past disaster How can one week feel so long? And I'd still be aging faster. I've watched you, years after My wrist, my past disaster

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025

Your eyes read indifference and mine read devastation You tore my world apart One awful conversation two years of my life Just a fucking lie I did everything for us And you just watched us die Confrontation, admit deception Perfections - ugly and fade My perception of our position Decomposes with every fucking sip I take I'm resentful, broken and desperate for conviction. I've waited too long For some validation

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025

There's no looking back and don't ever look down Is the only advice that I ever have found That's justified each day with each breath that we take While we're dying each day from decisions we make Angels brave the dying years lost can't be retrieved Regret, a constant, mourning For those surrounding me you're not getting older You're just getting old. My youth is wearing off. Better to have loved and lost Praying hands are tied I look up to an angel's cry, if the roses don't bloom this time I'm bleeding their red petals dew off the dead My pulse beats the blood of the undead.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025

You struggle with words. I don't. But you can bet that when you struggle to control yourself I'll make the choices you won't. Myself, I'm only having trouble taking them to decide If what I'm about to say is right - a closed fist is a powerful thing You'd hit the ground. You'd run for cover if you know what I mean When I say a closed fist is a powerful thing So fuck you. 'Cause I can't stand it and I won't tolerate another false line of the standard fucking shit you say I can't believe it that they would celebrate in the face of another empty line about pain Your tombstone reads the lies that your body couldn't sell while you were alive.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025

When you call that orphanage home, you've settled for one step above alone inside you. I think it's well known there's a fight strong enough to draw and quarter your soul. So let go. The irony of your foster home isn't lost on me, and I'm not alone. Who's there to comfort you when he's bruising your face? Who's there to comfort you when you've lost your way? The poison apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree. Assume the barrel is rotten and so you pick up and leave. How could you dig up your roots so fucking easily? The poison apple doesn't fall far from the fucking tree.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025

I've traveled the sun to beaches far I found a home I came across your face Deep in the cave of unlit sorrow You were the perfect time to waste You wore that mischief smile on your face Across the bar you cut me up Tonight's the night I've had enough I want to slash away at your arms and leave my name, and leave my name Carved into you Like a graveyard matrimony, I want to give a piece of me Halloween eyes are on tonight She cuts me like a butcher's knife She has a shot, I try my luck. Tonight's the night I've had enough Escape the night and you slip outside So far from home Your footsteps fall so softly in the freshly fallen snow I'll follow you home and now I'm never alone. If I send you off first, I promise I'll follow you home. I'll follow you home.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025

Bury your fucking dead.

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Dec 09, 2025