• The past rises once more to trouble my heart,
    I wonder why, must the good things part,
    Away from me, and out of reach,
    And the darkness is left to breach,
    My heart, my thoughts, and my very being,
    As I'm left here on the ground, suffering, bleeding,
    What am I to do after all these years,
    Of lies, regrets, and falsified cheers,
    Of heartache and pain, and masks of tears?
    All I have now is suffering and torment so why do I go on?
    Is it some masochistic wish for my pain to prolong?
    Either way, here I am, broken and abandoned once again.
    I look up to the heavens, and start to begin,
    My journey downward, into the halls of sin.
    Wherefore utter the screams of unimaginable pain,
    Where the still living and suffering bodies are lain,
    Into the fire or the demon's wide grin,
    My internal screams from my current world's louder than those within.
    "I can't take it anymore" I say into the night
    And finally I pull the trigger, in the thought it was right.