Not quite Explained

When shall I break loose or when shall you save me?

You have broken me,
Everyone has tortured me.

The nights swing by without a persuasive memory.

My mind wonders,
Travels around this hell whole,

Through out the lines of torment and misery.

The background of life and death,
The corpse of the unwanted.

Have all achievements gone right before your eyes.

Night is the time for shame and anger,

Day is the time to hide with fear.

For they shall be coming for me and make me immortal,

For me to suffer through my mind which travels,

Through out the lines of torment and misery.