Devoid

DEVOID Walking wounded on a desolate road My only companion coursing through my veins And so much pain that I don't feel a thing I've never hurt this much Desperately yearning for any kind of touch I hold hands with the devil How did I ever get to this level Like pulling a bullet from your chest And falling in love with the lead that it left Everything is upside down Spinning circles on a broke down Merry-Go-Round Closing your eyes you pull the blankets over your head Knowing that come morning you will wish you were dead There's no sense in trying to run You know the agony that is sure to come You can hear them gathering round It's an unmistakable sound You cannot even fathom the torture they shall put you through Beg for it all you want because not even death is coming to save you