Searching for a soul,
In the darkest hole,
I’m lost, I’m stuck,
Everything is fucked,
Inside of this maze,
Inside of this place,
I want to get out,
I do not know how,
To stop all of this,
So I can accomplish,
What could have been,
Although once again,
I ruined another shot,
To come out on top,
I must get used to it,
It’s the same old shit,
As every other day,
It is all the same,
I shall never win,
If I am your burden.
I fit things together,
To make it all better,
Plaguing me with doubt,
It never works out,
To make wrongs right,
Until out of sight,
Distant enough away,
From such a mistake,
To avoid the aftershock,
When the bomb drops,
Though still filling me,
With a form of a guilty,
Conscience from all,
The lives I have mauled,
All by placing myself,
In the middle of hell,
Begging to be saved,
From my early grave,
And the pain within,
From being a burden.
Escape is too bloody,
But none will miss me.
They won’t realize,
That I’ve even died,
For countless weeks,
Since nobody needs,
Any burdens like me,
Lying at their feet,
And nobody cares,
About my welfare,
Even enough to try,
To allow me to decide,
If I want to exist,
One more worthless,
Blink of your eye,
Before I go and die,
Without any chance,
To recieve a penance,
For living a mortal sin,
Of being your burden.