My soul is in need of healing; bereft of emotion and feeling,
drowning in sorrow defeated; what is left is still bleeding.
Yet my heart is still beating; a life is what I needed,
I lived in a time when the stars were speaking.
I feel hollow like the interior of a dying tree,
what I used to be can never again set me free.
Ridden by despair and haunted by grief,
forever doubting in my heart that there will ever be peace.
Questions unanswered invade and shadow my dreams,
creeping upon me whilst I lay in my sleep.
Nothing ever is exactly how they should seem,
as I continue to drown in my misery so deep
Regrets and remorse taunt me like inner demons,
and they do not stray; I have not the strength to leave them.
The devil does not play; he captures the freeman,
yet we doubt all of it simply because we haven't seen them.
We allow pain to swallow us to it's very depths,
a darkness engulfing us to our very death.
We lose our identities to the thoughts that plague us,
and we fought life without a clue on what fate was.
When the past catches up; old melodies are played,
and then we remember the things that we forgot to say.
Torturing us through memories we want to erase,
And dying away like the corpses decay.