Torture

Twisted minds subcultured kinds, sounds from in the night it takes away the light from day and makes this life not right. angry words cut like a sword,we often disagree once not at all, now to great the wall,taking you away from me. It brings me down this round and round, why does this have to be. I did my best more than the rest, to no avail I see. past regrets can not forget, forgiveness seldom known violent scenes and broken dreams and hearts turned into stone a beatless drum each rising sun, again there is no change an endless lope with little hope, life seems prearranged. Answers sought to countless thoughts, convictions forced to bend A strange desire to cause the fire, so all might come to end.