LIFELESS

I hate the fact,
That you own my soul,
I cant do a thing,
Im not in control.
I hate the way,
That you haunt the ground,
Dosent matter where I go,
Youre always around.
So sick and tired,
Of being your toy,
Tired of being used,
Tired of being your joy.
I want to leave,
Be gone, at last,
But every time that I try,
I stay frozen, fast.
So here ill remain,
Until the Rapture is fulfilled,
I want so badly to end this pain,
But I know I never will.