Lost Hope For a Broken Soul

When I think about things that are gone and passed I mourn for the things that did not last I feel the hurt and tears that fell I cannot get free, trapped in this Hell The fires of memories lick at my flesh Burning up tears that I thought would always last Coal black eyes, you can see my soul I gave up everything, everything for a mole But such rich eyes… They beckoned me in, promising me everything Using all of my sin My heart still aches My soul still bleeds To hear that voice So honey sweet And yet I let you hold the knife Feel you twist it in my back, and I never seem to fight The blood starts to rip, taking with it some hope That one day I will stop this nonsense And take that one last fatal blow But no, not to him I want him to stay in perfection, I never can harm him The knife is for me, to mortify my own flesh Let the blood pour, like my tears once did Maybe then he will understand I regret the mistakes made But no matter what, I would always belong to him