Equipping words is the problem with these promises I can't keep,
murderous darkness surronding, I lay down for the final sleep
By breaking down inside, but on the out I fake a smile,
it retraces what I try to avoid, the image so brutally vile,
the pain decides to stay for awhile,
I've tried too hard to escape for miles,
but the feelings take control of my self trial,
depressing... puking, and choking on bile
If I rid myself of this world I've lost within,
would you be there to collect from my memories bin?
All of them were with you..,
I'll miss what we used to battle through,
every obstacle dodged, it formed something new
Developing an immune system to life is what I lock myself up to,
the midnight-shaded room proves no help on my point of view
Digging into the soil of what started this all, the shovel of guidance,
ever stopping until the goal is hit, finding a true reliance
I've dug my own grave, carved deep into fresh ground,
to gain the strength, to rest silently without a sound
Every desicion is another mask I will put on,
All these years, I haven't found my true self, nothing but a pawn
There isn't an option to bury the disturbance I hold,
a decaying effect until my future is told,
when life comes to a sickening fold,
it's underlined and in a pildedriven, blackened bold,
another soul gone... another spirit's been sold..