They are watching me,

they think I don't see them.

I killed what's left of myself

and what were two is now one.

Nobody will miss him,

Nobody will miss me,

Nobody will miss us.

If I can't find the strength

and if I can't find myself?

I'll kill what's left and

what were one will be none.

Nobody will miss me

Nobody will miss me

Nobody will miss me.

More mistakes,

tragedy upon tragedy

an ending we didn't want.

A beginning that never ends.

More solitude,

lost sheep amongst deaf wolves

they rip and they tear.

No ones helps they only listen.

More misery,

we got what we wanted

we got what we deserved.

This burning endless misery.

More and more and more,

we have no more to give

sit and wait our empty shell.

Do not fret, it will get better.

Prolonged and tinted darkness

a spell for the withered and heartless.

So long a time ago I never will repay

after all its just a toy, I was just a boy.

Never again after that day.

Dispicable and hateable,

how could you never see?

Once was and always is

a pitiful sight to be.

Alas the fits you throw,

how could I know

it was never about myself?

A hollowed heart,

a shot in the dark

missing, hear the echo of the shell.

Salt in the Wound

Plumes of smoke Rise

Lies and Deceit

Defeat is in his eyes.

Bargaining with the Shadows

Blowing all the flames Out

Shouting at the Ashes

Lashing out and screaming.

Melts beneath the Rim

When did it Begin

The Sin and the Blood

Flood against his skin.

Animosity for the Hopeless

Rest now, he did his Best

Tested himself and made it Worse

Of Course he knew his time was up.

There's not enough stars in the sky

to count the blues away.

Not even the rain

could wash me today.

I forgot my words

and my breath wouldn't stay.

"All is lost."

I didn't want to say.

Over the hills

the storm front sits.

It waits with its water

and throws its fits.

The stars blot out

and I begin to cry.

Oh wait, that's the rain...

why do I try?

There's not enough rain in the clouds

to wash my heart clean,

no amount of water

can set me free.

In a gloomy

dark enveloped

mental madness,

with signs of deranged

blind harassment.

Lost and fallen

hopeless soul,

this is the end

without a doubt.

Let's not talk

about the past.

How about you stay

and have a dance?

Don't mind the screamers.

soon they won't bother,

for you will join them

and all the others.

Please try not to cry

or struggle.

Death is so close

and so is the madness.

Crafting your lies

while cutting your ties

a devil some will call you,

but who really knows you?

We will bite down

onto your flesh,

so know that the Pack who bites

was in a simple delight.

You see my tricks

and you pick up your stick,

you'll swing and you'll miss

maybe I just wanted to lick?

We will bite and rip,

tear chunks from your skin

all in the name of our kin.

Know that the pack who bites

has you in sight.

You're an angel sent from hell

taunting me when I fail,

laughing like a fool,

don't you know I'm not a tool?

So we'll bite and crush

all of your bones

for the safety of our sons alone.

Know that the Pack who bites

was here all night.

Pour it down a deep dark shaft,

never to be seen again.

They scold and call me daft,

but I couldn't tell them when it ends.

I'm joined by mice and men alike

around the dark shaft we stay.

They tell me it will be alright.

They tell me down here we'll play.

Pour it down along the walls,

so everyone can see your shame.

I'm considered twisted, but I hear the call

of the mice and men with me today.

I'm joined by the lost no more

and in the black we play.

They tell me there's a price, a cost.

They tell me that forever, I'll stay.

Aggitating, obnoxious, overdose,

into your silent comatose.

grabbed the skin onto the bone,

hitched a ride and turned to stone.

Boiling fire, deadly sire,

each to one and ones desire.

Forgotten stories opened holes,

deep down beneath the toes.

Wrinkled old shed anew,

bloodied black soiled stew.

Inside out left and right,

silence bites the tounge tonight.

Utopia presence all for naught,

safety is lost trust your gut.

I write to express

things I will not say,

but I am not all my writings.

My troubles will not come out to play.

So you can call me crazy

or you can call me by my name.

I do not wish to hurt myself,

so my words will carry my pain.