In The Middle Poem by Chosen Reject

sipping different cups of life's pitch black
staring ahead of line i couldn't watch my back
shave my long dead hair off my skin they crawl
in the middle of the pain i disembowel

with fire and water
you could see me burning
i saw you got washed away
thoughts of them fade away (face away)

each ticking moment draws me closer to you
as they fall overboard think I'll choose a two
bury my long dead hair for a decomposition
they gazed at the horizon for a proposition

glaring sunshine i can't go out
dark, gloomy room i'm afraid to come in

with fire and water
you could see me burning
i saw you burnt away
thoughts of them washed away...astray.