Cold stare of the devil,
And I’m so defenseless,
With the mind of a rebel,
No way I can survive this.
All that I’ve ever wanted,
Is no more than a memory,
I will be forever haunted,
This she says is my destiny.
Please help me I’m helpless,
There ain’t no need to cry,
A wreck for the wreckless,
It’s never too young to die.
Cold blade grazes my neck,
Before I can even react,
Such an untimely death,
At the hands of a maniac.
My last words blurt out,
As I collapse to the floor,
There are no black clouds,
Here to follow me anymore.
Pick me up, piece me up,
Toss me in a wooden box,
Clean the blood and guts,
Ask yourself what you lost.
I’m nothing to you I know,
You never cared before,
We all reap what we sow,
And I knew I was a moor.
Bury me alone as I belong,
Where I can be trusted,
Forget me when I’m gone,
In your self-destruction.
I can’t feel, don’t want to,
Be reminded of the pain,
I can’t see, thanks to you,
How I suffered in shame.
Cold stare of the devil,
I have finally come home,
Life lines now all severed,
The only place I had to go.
All that I ever wanted,
Was just a fighting chance,
Nothing is more daunting,
Then losing at your hands.