Broken and beaten
Battered and bleeding
Can't pick myself up
This heart is buried deep
Sweet songs of the past
Grant adrenaline and comfort
Until the heavy gates open
Flooding me with regret
A simple sight or smell
A phrase oft spoken
These memories won't die
Why won't they die...
Days pass by often
Flurries of sensory images
Yet none can even compare
To the ones I still remember
Pain, pleasure, pain
All that's brought upon me
Blessed but forsaken
I must surrender
Thoughts of devils and angels
Slain, fallen from grace
As it all comes together
In my crown of thorns
