soul freed

slow and slower my life ends
hanging by strands that will never mend
my body is turned inside out
my mind is lonely, dark, unforgiving.
many come to my aid
but i refuse there help
and push them away

theres no point in life without a purpose.
without a purpose there is no life.
without life my soul bleeds.
cuts on my wrist, grazes on my knees
bruises on my chest, cuts in my neck
and a dagger wound where my soul fleed.

Away from my body, away from trouble
Away from pain, away from sorrow.
Now my poor heart weeps
with tears of blood
my soul I'll never keep