Mystacke

I'm watching my world melt away
Watching all colors turn to grey
There's got to be another way
To save my life; to save the day
Memories I cannot find
In deep recesses of my mind
My world outlook is not kind
All this blood cried has made me blind

Cutting wrists and spilling crimson.
Is there anyone to rely in?

Does anyone have the heart I lack?
If so.. PLEASE ..give it back.

Did someone steal it away from me?
What is my reality?

Flames burning in my eyes
The numbing pain I realize
It seams i have a heart .. but of little size
Hidden behind blood and lies
My heart is torn
Bloodied and scorn
Tattered and worn
I shouldn't have been born