Aftershock – Living Backward

Torn from inside as my eyes absorb the false state of my life…passes by transcended through a tearful eye. Now my eyes…now my eyes…burn with the acid truth of a suicide. Hear my laughter cry. I ask you why. I ask why. Floati ng through this lake of tears, will I not drown? Clicking steel, abrasive skin, it all surrounds. Floating through this lake of tears, will I not drown? Calloused soul, calloused flesh it all surrounds.