• Thorough is my mind as it taunts my soul
    Like a bullet through my chest, leaving this gaping hole.
    Why? I'd fall to my knees, pleading, screaming
    I'd crawl on them, across the ground, the blood slowly streaming
    Lord I'd give you everything, even my life
    If only I could understand why I can't get over this strife.
    My heart ripped from its place
    Shredded, then vainly thrown in my face
    Shackle me into slavery
    Though thats where I may already be.
    Lying as if in my own puddle of shame and wallowing in misery
    Curse thy tounge that wags to me about happy hopeful destiny.
    If love is closest to anything, compare it to the knife
    The one that would plunge deep into my burning flesh and take this life.
    Something so simple, so simply destructive
    In my emotions is love so creative and productive
    But I suffer through this fate worse than death
    with inner agony so insufferable that it steals my breathe
    So I use my lock and rusted old key.
    To bury deep inside the weak true me.
    The question really is then, how long shall I slumber inside?
    How long in chains, cold brick and blood will I have to hide?
    Must I wait forever for my dearest to return?
    Must I wait and forever in a cold, dark morn?
    I will wait here in this world I have no choice,
    Here I wait I just hope you can hear my broken voice,
    .......... as it cracks in stitches........