I'm afraid this time its a bit too much
for me to crave, or need, or touch
a feelings past but its not emotion
just a simple, ever changing notion
that despite the pain I'm supposed to feel
there is a part of me that refuses to deal
with hearts that hate and people that break
i close my eyes and pray to never wake
but no depression lures this thought
i cannot panic thought I'm caught
between the lies, deeply held by chains
i cannot heal nor feel such pains
too long Ive kneeled and felt the lashes
to now be fooled and burned to ashes
i cannot break, i cannot hate
i simply laugh, i mistake
the drugs are a bore, and so are you
nothing in me finds s hit to do
death must surely be as disappointing as life
seems its my destiny to survive in strife
and despite my loss of smiles and spine
i can do nothing but watch these demons of mine
into action they sprint, its them that write
the words that i speak, the battles i fight
i let them take because i have nothing more to give
i let them breathe because its pointless to live
