Thoughts of a Tortured Soul

Sleep deprived, Feeling all the raindrops set off by the slightest Welcome to bad weather This thing called my life Never been one to contemplate suicide But damn if it doesnt feel like i live a lie Let me tell you a story One supposed to come with glory But inside me is this....hall of stories That echoes with pain An existence of mine caught blain I try to play it off Some think i stole this identity But i myself found mine stolen on that day It was awesome... But now my failure in everything seems to wash that away Cant walk on water Can't heal the blind This life does not feel like mine Im beginning to loathe it Hate it Because you would think all my attempts wouldnt be in vain No matter how much strength i gain It feels like its never enough Because after all you cant force love Another depressed left hander maybe.. Like Kurt cobain with courtney love Trapped inside a hell of my own failure Stuck in this dungeons layer The more i hide it the more it screams inside bit by bit Inner strength falters Feeling weary now, cant fight it Tears of fire burn inside my souls eyes hot and wet If this is the end of days then maybe im meant to feel nothing but pain.... I dont deny emptiness is filling me A king without a throne Or one to share my name Story of the century Burried with the height of my adventure That i guess ended long ago just the same With the other me's death and descent into hell Here those 3 days are stretched maybe Please somene set an alarm for me to hear Chime the bell Im dying slowly if you cant tell Please someone Wake me from my prison cell