You tell me what will become of us? Are the lines so drawn and the stage so set, That as we age what reamins is burdened sufferance? My mortality looms in its visage is doom, And it's speaking to me alone. The years will unfold but what is the use? In solitude I'm left to atone.
The sins of my past are returning to gnaw at my core, The scars I have left and those that have been left on me. My purpose in life, is it unfair to assume I have one? I'm not fooling myself, what now awaits is a nightmarish end.
What I'm saying, do you understand? Do you know what it's like to feel inadequate? And the future ahead has no place for you, As if you ever thought it did... Alone in my shell, if I come out I'll die, I don't want to escape though I should. No, just leave me alone, *I don't want your help!!! * Yeah, if you could ease my pain you would... (right!)
No, you don't even know me! And your words of comfort fall upon deaf and frightened ears, I lament my bitter fate, lachrymation upon examining my fears. I've built a fortress around my soul, impregnable the door, I refuse to admit you to my netherworld. You're correct, I've absolved my self-control, This spiraled course depression has me on.
AGONY! I'M A STUDY IN DESPAIR, DOMINEERED BY THE PROMISE OF AGONY! AND THE HAPPINESS IS BOUND, AND THE HOPELESSNESS IS FOUND. I'M IN AGONY!!! CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND, DESPONDENCY COMMANDS MY AGONY! and I'm waiting to die alone...
As I'm drowning in a sea of abused visions and shattered dreams, A chilling descent into a phobic hell, Insanity's blade performs it's correctional surgery. Impending doom in this blackened room, I can g