Broken Agony

Painful memories.

Thoughts of you.

All alone in this fight to survive,

Walking in the mist of the past.

Passing the stones of the dead.

Not scared to walk alone.

Not scared to die and burn.

Not scared of getting more scars.

Not caring what you do.

What you do to me.

You have already slashed my arms.

You have already broken my heart.

You have already killed my soul.

You act like you know me so well.

You’re just another lie.

Another lie to me.

Falling apart in my head.

Acting on the out side.

I don’t believe it will be ok.

Bury me alive.

Slit my wrist.

Hang me from a rope.

You have my permission.

I don’t care.

You look at me and you know you have my soul.

I look at you and I know you have my soul.

You dress me up then knock me down.

You try to change me but you can’t.

I’m to far gone for you to have your way with me.

You’re too late.

There’s no way out.

It’s already crashing down.

I’m already bound to this hell.

You’re just making it worse.

I've never felt so alone.

You walk right threw me and don’t even notice.

Into this darkness.

I can’t hold on any longer.

Walking past the stones of the dead.

I become one with them.

They chant my name like I am their god.

They worship the ground I walk on.

I am their leader.

Their master.

I am one of them.

One of the dead.