Voices from Hell

Lyrics

I woke up to find myself out of the house w/no Shoes walking north towards I don't know Where – I'm NOT in the house – I'm out of The house w/o shoes – I remember it Being early morning – if I had to guess – Possibly around 5:44am as the sun is about To greet the day so I keep walking And walking and walking and walking Until I find myself walking along the Ramp of a highway – I couldn't tell You which highway it was – I must've stepped on something sharp And unpleasant as I've begun to limp Yet I kept walking – Hell is ME – Hell is ME – Hell is ME – This Hell is ME – I found a piece of wood to sturdy Myself along the curvature of the highway But I don't stop – I relieve myself -A line of urine trails behind me At first it was warm but Now it's discomforting – It's getting damp and cold Quickly sticking to my leg w/ each Movement exaggerating my limp Yet I dare not stop – Hell is Me – this Hell is Me – This Hell is Me – what compels me Nowhere to move but Forward – I ache yet I move Forward – Perhaps the driver didn't see me As I got clipped by a car As it drove past propelling me Into the air landing into a ditch I lay in a ditch wanting to but Didn't move – this Hell is Me – This Hell is Me – as the foot That was injured started Throbbing incessantly – Aggressively – along with the rest of ME – This Hell of Me – this Hell of Me – I didn't cry for help I didn't scream As it thrust me into the AIR – I knew when I landed that my Injuries were life-threatening – I landed flat on my back – In the aftermath, I resign myself To my fate to lay in this ditch – Perfectly still making no Attempt to move or help myself – I never left that ditch – Months pass – My body is discovered – Half of who I once was is Gnawed away and in an increased State of decomposition – My face was literally trail mix – It had become a buffet for Deer, raccoons, possums and other Assorted road side animals – I don't know why I didn't leave The ditch or why I started Walking – I don't see the children – My girlfriend has come to the Morgue too identify me – This Hell is Me – With my face a half-chewed Sandwich – I'm surprised That she made an identification Because I hadn't any other possessions On my person at the time – It was the necklace that confirmed My identity – the custom necklace W/ my name acts as a signature – For who I once was –