I have many questions about many things
Like why we all feel pain sometimes
But others never share your hurt
How come you cant give it to another?
To help bare the weight why is it
Our rock to haul around inside our hearts
That over the years has changed colors
From a blank type gray to an ugly twisted
Form of hate that sucks your soul till its black
As the night in a world that has been destroyed
No the world we once lived is dark and damp
From all the tears of the people who
Cant share their pain so the pull their
Lives down the drain by the dark
Twisted rock of never ending torment
that is slowly dragging my soul into
the pits of what you call hell
but in this place I can sit and
Dwell in a peace pierced by
only the screams of the lonely
But the grief does not reach me at
this place the rock that brought me
Has disappeared and once again I am me
And I am alone in hell
But I do not burn
But I suffer in a cold lonely place
As I realize this whole time
The rock that dragged me down
To hell was my own gilt
What have I done?
