The sickness of my mind

by Escoffier   Dec 21, 2006


The sickness of my mind

The years have told the tell of my life time of failed love
It shows on my face, my eyes, and my broken smile
I have been hiding from my sick mind
She left me high and dry
I fell down, smashed my face and bleed all over the place
Tried to stop the flow but the blood keeps running out so
Feel so low, without any goals
Just to find a place and build large gates so the devil will leave be alone
But he has come to call, tells me he knows
He's coming for me
He love's my hate, he said it great
That I had so much love and now it all turned into rage
He gives me my medal and pins it on my pillow
I wake to see the blood on me, every night I bleed
I remember the dream, lucky me
He never leaves, I never dreams of god loving me
I try to live with this sin
I hurt and cry
I wish I would die
But I can't leave
I still love thy
I know it's no use
You don't love me, it's true
But it all I got
So I live with the lost
The pain is so great
It sickens my brain
My soul is black
Without any glow
I just sit in the dark
And wait for light
But I know it's too late
The dream has died

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