Primitive Rage - In an Endless Dream...

For every piece of myself I tear apart and analyze to death:
A reflection on my own pain
A heavy burden on my chest
In an endless dream, the beast of Grief overpowers me
Reminding me of how filthy my own skin is
For every moment that I drag myself down
I know I could be progressing on
I won't be the enemy
Like the dying sun I will blind all those
Who dare gaze upon my flesh
Like the Victors' Sword ripped from the beast that
Blights her with Distress