It feels like I'm screaming, but these voices in my head make me wonder if it's true. I'm not sure if I'm awake or asleep, alive or dead. So here I sit holding my head, wondering when the torment will end. The voices whisper such horrid things to me. They speak of the truth, life, death, and of my damned soul. I can't make they go away, but you are nowhere to be found. You were suppose to save me from myself, but there's no one now to make me open my eyes and see the light. Damn you to hell, for I am already awaiting you there. You made me suffer in solitude, but it'll be okay now. Drink in the insanity and together we'll be mad, we'll laugh and play, until our corpses have completely rotted away.
· Sun Nov 20, 2011 @ 09:44am · 0 Comments