I wake up in the shower. The red specks are still there. Why? I can't remember. Not that it mattered.
None of it mattered.
Not anymore. Not anymore.

I walk down the street; my ankles are my weights. The demons are around me. Don't stop. They don't listen. My demons disappear; my protection gone. But I'm going anyways. So I guess it didn't really matter.
None of it mattered.
Not anymore. Not anymore.

I come to an old lady. Well, she runs into me. Her eyes are gone; carved out by old hands of her clock. I can see flakes of rust on her face still. How agonizing the pain must have been. It makes me want to escape my fate. But of course, what I wanted didn't matter.
None of it mattered.
Not anymore. Not anymore.

Stumbling down the street, salt gets in my wounds. That's when I realize that my feet are bleeding. I look closer to see my toes have been cut off. I wonder; how am I walking? Not that it mattered.
None of it mattered.
Not anymore. Not anymore.

My demons appear to grab and hold me in place. Pry my eyes open; time for the slide show. I stand; I watch. A woman crying; a child is raped. A man is dead; the next image is hate. A father watches his children burn, then he is blinded; the last thing he'll ever see. These people were all innocent; but couldn't escape hell's fate. The non-believers. But of course, nobody cared. It didn't matter.
None of it mattered.
Not anymore. Not anymore.

I get home; crawl up the stairs; lay down in my shower again. It sprays more flakes on my face. Not red this time though; black. Ashes now, burning my flesh. I can't move. So I close my eyes; laughter. I'll wake up tomorrow; it'll all be the same. My hell; and nobody cares; I don't even care; it doesn't matter.
It used to, but
Not anymore. Not anymore.