Path

I'll Make you cry
I'll spit you out
I'm what your life
Was all about.

I turned you in
I took the prize
It was all so obvious
But you never realized.

Death is our motive
A token for the train
Cause the only reason we live
Is to feel love's tormenting pain.

Careful strokes of the brush
Made your best friend deceit
Sending the room into a hush
As I lay lifeless at your feet.

Twisted and mangled
I struck the churning ground
Surrounded by unholy angels
Wearing thorn infested crowns.

Piece by piece
They tore apart my soul
Tears falling from my face
As the story starts to unfold.

Clinging on to sanity
Sorrow fills me up
Looking into the vanity
My mind becomes corrupt.

I see myself staring
Blankley into the air
My body becomes numb
As the witch rips out my hair.

Cries cannot be heard
Screams are allowed no sound
Your mind can only whisper
As your driven through the town.

One more stop for rest
One more place to lay
One more chance for wishes
One more chance to pray.