past can do.
In my world of dreams ( where the pain is part of me ), I know not what it seems
(It's all too real to me ). In the shadows of our lives I lie fearful
and alone, like a frightened little child...I cry. Hear the candor in my voice
( I can't take it any more ), 'cause it's harder to live than to die. I close
my eyes in shame 'cause I fear what I might see. A shallow voice cries out my
name but it comes from inside of of me. I cannot cure the disease you've
injected. The poisonous venom has blackened my soul. I've grown to expect the
unexpected. The "hand of doom" has taken it's toll.
The path to serenity's so hard to find when all that I see seems grey.
I'm afraid I'm too close to the end of the line. I'm so lost....I can't find my way.
I'm confused with contempt and my hatred GROWS..........STRONG.
My heart bleeds
with the passion to DIE.
I've shed my tears for far too long and I've given up on asking why.
I cannot heal the wounds you've inflicted. The blade of enmity has severed my soul.
I feel as though my future's been evicted. So, I welcome what fate has proposed.
I just can't seem to end this pain. I don't even know what my life is about.
These thoughts are enough to drive me insane, to believe that there's some way out.
So, take a look into my eyes and tell me what you see. A tattered vision of who is who?
I have this ghost inside of me, and that ghost.....is........you.
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