Torment

Her burning limbs have given up
She has climbed as far as she can
Her fragile bones begin to crack
As damnation screams her name
She can almost see the sun
But the ‘blessed’ came in droves
So let her fall to the putrid
Cast her back down to the dead
Torment is her home. She is the curse
We are the distance. Always will be
When the lusted light burns her eyes
She doesn't close them, open wide
She's embracing pain, to ask for more
She can never ask again
Torment is her home. She is the curse
We are the distance. Always will be
So gather round, murderers
Guard the gates to cast her back