words of a tortured soul

Tortured soul plagued with guilt, sorrow and anger
Not afraid of death but in fact you embrace it
You welcome it
That’s not what your soul fears
The cold acceptance of the feeling of loneliness
No one will come for you
No one will be there to rescue you when you fall
Dying alone is what your fear not the death itself
Tortured soul plagued with madness it drives you crazy doesn’t it?
Knowing this.
Accepting this.
Cry alone in the corner because your fears are ripping you apart
Your hollow heart bleeds from the dying love
The hole in your chest opens wider as your heart falls to the ground
The same ground your tears fell on, the same ground that your heart and soul now lay
Tortured soul obsessed with revenge
You burn with the anger of how it ended
You yearn for the death of the heart that took yours.