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?