• Just a scared soul left to die.
    Watching everyone's feeble minds passing by.
    Children screaming scare then wither away.
    Left with a will in possession.
    How did I acquire such an obsession?
    The thought never left my head.
    Life drains you and leaves you for dead.
    Dreams are all I have.
    Trust is gone but not on my behalf.
    I've learned silence isn't the best defense.
    Lust always eating away at the brain.
    Implanting thoughts of no resist.
    What can my body benefit from your profit of desire.
    I need to get away.
    My retreat is a require.
    No aids to speak of.
    No help.
    Everything has abandoned the right to wonder.
    Bound by the hopelessness of the day.
    All my love fades.
    I wish it could stay.
    The deprived heart cant heal.
    Once part of the past but now so ever real.
    Checking to make sure things are still functioning.
    Not put together with my thoughts still running.
    Don't feel obligated to wait for me.
    Cast your patience out to sea.
    I have nothing for you.
    They have taken everything and left me blue.
    Nothing left your hate can destroy.
    The tears were just a decoy.
    Your not as nimble as you thought you were.
    Did you ever think as to why you'd hurt her?
    Such a pathetic excuse for your true distress.
    A scared heart is way more precious.
    Don't give me any misleading perplexity.
    I can overcome tragedy.
    Where have I gone?
    Personal opinion has no value.
    What do I get out of doubting you?
    Nihility comes to mind.
    It must be a group choice now.
    Whether I stay or my body shall go.
    Do I have any importance anymore?
    Will everyone see my sensual mind as I open this door?
    Walk into an unstable position.
    Disturbed by everything that gets my attention.
    Must stay composed in order to feel blissful.
    My attempts grew unsuccessful.
    The dying soul will be sold to obtain a pleasant state.
    Then I can progress.
    Forgetting everything in the past.
    It was all contrast.
    Say goodnight sweet child as I lay her head down.
    Things are different now and you must find unity in this.
    Break that decaying self and find the peaceful you.
    Now I come to terms.
    Nothing was found.
    Left here gagged and bound.
    Poor soul may never leave this hell.