Molting Fear

Weak soul
Begs to bleed
Made for nothing
But to kneel to me

Drain the spirit

Molting fear
Lives in a gutter
Words meant to sear
A broken mutter

Swallow the shame
That makes you ill
Look in the eye
The things I'm meant to kill

I've bowed before
I refuse again
Fear of death
Burnt to the skin

(Void seeps through fissure)
(Fissure to bone)
(Skull rattles silent)
(Control what I own)

Void seeps through fissure
Fissure to bone
Skull rattles silent
Control what I own

Fear is the restraint
And you won't be set free