Where To Turn

This brutal pain
that drips from my vein
like a tap of disease
taking my body to freeze

in the darkness of night
held up to a longing fight
helplessly rotting away
into the brightness of day

cant handle another scar
that creeps out from the jar
cant handle another lie
that runs the tears dry

it all about to crash and burn
when the reaper starts to yearn
calling out my name
playing his fatal game

upon the shadowed light
death now in my sight
waiting for him to come
listening to his frightful hum

hell my final destination
sins are all my qualifications
burning for eternity
like the deserts full of infantry