I pray that some day my silent screams will haunt...
That you realize that you have nothing to hold on...

The pain within screams for your attention, yet...
But now he no longer has that option.. you are...

The bottle is what I take
to mask the pain...

I write to try to make it all alright.
To bring dark to the light...

I am nothing but a lesser man
Shall i repose...

This Wasted Land
Could Sustain The Life Of No Man...

To touch the tip of the sky
with you at my side...

The statements you make, '
leave me with my bewailing state of mind...

Hate me for breathing
Hate my heart for bleeding...

Sick transgression
a twisted obsessions...

A man takes his own life
not by rope, gun, but a knife...

A busted face, bruised ribs
I tried to survive but succumbed to the pain of...