In the plains of hell
Can anyone feel the pain I feel?
And no please don't Tell!
All these scars just cut deeper
From all the evil I see in my own eyes
But when I am happy I am noy monsterous machine
I don't hear all the childrens cries
I actually see a way out
Im tired of being nothing to myself
This darkness I have come to know so well
How can I let something go when its all I know?
My saviour has gone and left me
Left me for death Sweet death
To take me in my sleep tho I hope i met it head on
like a rushing bull to the matador only to die a slow and painful death
But for now I am happy with this
Happy with my pain
seeing clearly for the first time
I realize that living