I gasp for one last breath, but I choke on my tongue. No words can describe this pain making me go numb.
My mind is my own worst enemy, hidden away no one will ever know. The day of atonement has arrived. Am I ready for my sentence? I hear the death rising from the grave, calling my name, trying to bring me home.
Though I struggle to find hope in a empty world, death is a welcome relief. But I know I'm stronger than this self-hate, only I cant seem to break free. I wear this mask made of flesh to conceal the razor marks. A dead heart that won't bleed. So kiss me with your lips of death. Forever seeing my life in the eyes of torment.
Nothing was ever cherished where the chaos reigned. Now I walk this earth only to stumble on the dead dreams. I tell myself that the sun will rise again, but will it be another endless day. Can you see my face? Can you hear my voice? Can you sense the fear taking over my life?
