Mutilating

Wandering the shallow path on a hopeless endeavor
Trapped in a cage of thorns doomed to tragedy forever
Haunted in my sleep followed in crimson nightmares
Waking up a sliver of who I was, no longer able to care

Harmonic voices sing from the highest point of hell
Melodys play from the darkness filled well
Taunting voices fill the many rooms of my mind
Looking for something falling so blind

Watched from the heart of the jungle within
Tortured on the stocks deceived herein
Hallowed agony stains the broken doors
Walking the midnight hours upon the killers moors

Mutilating, massacring the flesh upon my bones
An escape some company while I am alone
Scars and twisted smiles upon my broken soul
Lying in a silver coffin, who will make me whole?