The Unforgiven

Sleeping, screaming, waking or dreaming, or are my eyes just deceiving.
Sit up look around, take a breath fall back down.
The room is filled with darkness, like a roting carcass.
I rise again, "theres no getting back to sleep" I curse in vain.
I search for way to make it all go away.
I find salvation in helping others in desperation, but this also consumes my soul, making me feel so cold.
Every time i make someone smile i feel dead for awhile, but its my choice and i wanted to hear your voice.
So don't hold back tell me whats made your heart so black, i want to listen try and help the unforgiven