Ballad of the Broken

Pain.
It runs so deep..
I can taste it in my veins
Everytime I bleed

Horrors from a past life
So long ago, but still alive
Forever inclined
To die.
It never subsides!
God, why?!

I feel it..I feel it..
I feel it deep inside..
I fucking want to die..!
Everytime I close my eyes
I meet the fragile boy inside
..
At least whats fucking left of him!

Oh God, no amount of prayers
Will save me from myself
Its hell!
In this falsified heaven they call life
Is this what you'd call a life
Making sure that nothing is right.

I never asked to be a part of this world
Being born as a broken fucking sword.
I can never see whats been in front of me
When the tides of sorrow have blinded me
Completely..

I see nothing! But death..
Hate..War.
It haunts my every breath!
Pain!
Its the realist thing in life
Im not stupid
Im just a realist in my life.

Is this what you'd call a life
In a world where nothing is right..

Daydreams of my noose dangling before me
I slip the knot, I kick the chair, im fucking free..
Haunted by the liqour stained memories
I feel the gun heavy in my hand
Lets skip the fucking pleasantries.

I dont want to feel a thing..anymore
I have a date with death
And im too punctual for my own good.