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
Copyright © Justin Worthy | Year Posted 2017
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