Underworld

Excel through Hell and all of its regions
The claustrophobic zenith carved with long lesions
Showering in droplets and fingers of flame
Cowering in the fire spit towards me and my shame
I am what I wish I could be
You are what they demand you to like
Massive insecurities draped together create new sight
Smashing blurring free of the tape above the flash lights
That our eyes
To the farthest skies
I will search
I will hurt