Destroying the shell

So cold, the winter snow.
So bold, yet its so slow.
So old, this feeling grows.
So told, the rooster crows.
This crown I wear upon my head is melting, welting skin.
the heat blisters from within, grim this hymm from the fabrications within.
Slim and this shit like beggars waiting for the next round, scraps up off the table,
in this fable there is me,
waiting like a junkie on reality.
to hit,
split
now im back to square one.
I never expected something other than a fair run,
but here I am dying deep,
and the whole world slips under my feet,
I'm gone.
Its strong,
this feeling of losing power.
If this were just a game id be back on it in an hour.
a tower is what ive built,
A tribute to all I love,
Pain, chaos, feral teeth, blood and guilt, hangs from up above.
The world tilts but I'm still on it.
Hang on tight or you might slip right off,
this is my world and this shits raw,
Look real close cuz everything has claws,
it gnaws, burns, festers and breeds, like the many reasons I make myself bleed.
A seed inside just dying for time waiting to grow but it doesnt know, its on ice.
Too late for spring. Let it ring, the voices of angels sing in defeat. This brain is no more, writhing on the floor, stomp dead the person I was before.
Writhing on the floor, stomp dead the person I was before.