Deadlock

Rotting in my aggravation
In this tomb of confrontation
Breaking sweat, and nothing more...
While maggots feast on stitched up sores
My mind's asleep, but still I snore
I don't think I can take much more

Giving in to all temptations
Trying to stop this sensation
Of regret, and nothing more...
Pondering a bolted door
I try to find the key its for
But then I hear demonic roars

Pestering its navigation
I can't stop its obligation
To bring death, and nothing more...
Its hot breath will burn the door
I see the hole that it has torn
Under scratches that it's scorn

Intensifying its damnation
I feel my mortification
Drenched with fear, and nothing more...
What courage left has lost its core
My screaming tears begin to pour
The stage of no control comes forth

Finding all my devastation
I can cope with this occasion
I'm not running from this war...
I am the monster, and nothing more...