Like and angel torn with broken wing i'm left a man un-whole.
forgotten memories resonate in my mind and rattle the chains of sleeping demons.
I sit alone crying razors that cut the insides deeper then you'll ever see.
My mask hides streaks of blood that have poured from my eyes and dried on my cheeks.
I'm fighting in wars that threaten to consume every fiber of my being.
You'll eer see the battle. The place is my mind and the weapons my thoughts. there is no giving up anymore. only complete and total destruction. All I can do is sit back and watch the mental decay slowly spread. try and resist and be torn apart or lay down and become one with the pain. which would you choose.
