The Void

Feel the void, nothing but noise No cause or affection Just a voice void of all joy Upon my reflection To remind me of my emptiness What abuse have I repressed? How many wounds have I redressed? Taste of iron, kiss of death In the void, I've no defense I fill the void, survivor by choice Build walls for protection Am I poise? Am I the voice Of my own reason? Or reminder of my immanence? What abuse have I repressed? How many wounds have I redressed? Taste of iron, kiss of death In the void, I've no defense What abuse have I repressed? How many wounds have I redressed? Taste of iron, kiss of death In the void, I've no defense I feel the void I'm a survivor by choice Dead in the eyes, but alive in voice Taste of iron, kiss of death There's nothing left, there's nothing left But I choose life Though defenseless, I still fight the void What abuse have I repressed? How many wounds have I redressed? Taste of iron, kiss of death In the void, I've no defense What abuse have I repressed? How many wounds have I redressed? Taste of iron, kiss of death In the void, I've no defense I feel the void I feel the void A reminder of my immanence