Lost
His heart tattooed with hate
He lives, yet has no fate
His tortured soul has withered away
A corps that roams the earth
Waiting for the earth to gray
Wondering what life is worth
Tears:
Drop
Drop
Agony becomes the smile on top
He sleeps awake
Feels his life's a mistake
he is the living bat that feeds off pain
Death runs through each scorned vein
We loss when we should have loved so much
He burns skin with every touch
His tortured flames may burst the heart
or bruise is till it falls apart
Our ears are our eyes so what do we do,
When that trapped tortured soul one day will be you?
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