The Horrid - Decoder

This loss burdens the condemned letting the horrid consume
You from believing in anything that makes you feel whole.
Like ghosts at your bones, like smoke.脗
So close minded, there's no room at all.
Look unto me. Open your throat; speak in half truths.
Deceive and manipulate to get whatever makes you feel whole.
Tell the world how that horrid heart became so cold and alone.
Because of your actions and words they can never trust again.
You will be left alone in a world you hate of which you create.
Fear is constant through your body.