Malignant Shell II

Why?

Why am I so perfect inside my glaciers;

Inside all my pain and fateful divings

Into waters of far wasted, tilted lies,

When I do not worry?

I'll never worry anymore. 

For all of what is said to me,

We see that I hide in a malignant shell

Inside my pain and my pride under the rain.

I see inside

As I empty my only bottle of water.

I thirst to death.

I flood myself to death;

Now there isn't such need anymore. 

When eels invite me into my own race

In waters that fade to hell,

I see me inside me,

Pushing my limits as I see a shell;

Now I can't see anymore. 

And what do they even need to be this time?

We are their men and pride;

We peel the skin off their rashes,

Their pride and their heads,

And why do they still hide

Inside their malignant shells?

I've maligned alignments

Until we are one;

And we won't even need to say anymore. 

All the curses in me were shot into myself,

For I do not aspire death. 

My death is an implosion inside a shell,

Where none will know of my death. 

By then,

I believe that I don't need to die anymore. 

Every time I see,

I die, out of first-aid;

Never know what to save anymore. 

As we are making a promise;

I've came out of my shell, but not them.

They've chosen to be malignant;

And I've no choice

But to feed on their disgrace;

Just see me through my malignant shell,
And I'll never need to write anymore.