My dead soul is raptured by a jealous mind

Looking though my eyes,
You will see the life I despise,
torture and pain,
tears pour like rain.

The creatures of my thoughts,
carry the disease of this loss,
while I dream of better things,
the bell of death still rings.

Softly in my head,
shadows of the life I've led,
I find I'm sulking away,
just hunting the day,

But my mind will not rend,
pulling me from the bend,
wishing for this new life,
pushing through the strife

tearing the veil,
crawling out of the shell,
only if it would end,
could I begin again.