Hateful

You want honesty? I miss the taste of the metal, like blood in my mouth Feel the weight displace from my chest and back Sure its terrifying, but it feels right I'm better off, as kindle for the fire It is my choice to burn, atonement with charred flesh This room is thick with guilt and shame, but not from me Sacrifice all My spirit has long been dead, an earthly tomb adorned with flesh A trigger pull and I'll find peace No longer burdened, just empty