Death of a Thin Thread

When the words are violently
Fighting to be free
There's no point to stop it
Might as well just embrace it

Waiting next to a graveyard
For the thin thread to fall apart
The tread keeping the words together
The thread promising to make it all better

But empty promises were made
Because chaos' blade
Is ripping through that thread
And next to me i feel the rising of the dead

Unwillingly the words start bleeding
Creating disordered thoughts screaming
Furiously the anger is fed
And summoning the unwanted dead

Bringing back memories that's been rotten
Memories that should have stayed forgotten
But they're all pouring back
Because the thin thread has snapped