The fog of my misery makes it difficult to see you...
The lies you speak are smothered by my pain...
The hole you dug in my chest, grows tremendously as i gasp for air...
I fall to the floor as i clutch the hole in my chest tying to keep it from consuming me alive...
So deep you cut me...
the room grows darker as i start to black out...or so it seems...
i gasp for the air witch seems not to be there as i reach thought the fog...
one bloody tear falls down my pail dead skin...
so hallow i feel...
with the hole of nothingness swallowing up every good memory you left me...
