Masking the noise from the Hells below,
leaving me a new chapter to unfold
well my heart is crashing against my window pain
deadly weapons used to mutilate
down for my bloodshot eyes it rains
in my distorted reality
my soul raises up and down rapidly
my future races around the room
pasting through are deadly thoughts and fumes
of distorted people in animal costumes

I scream out for help
but not a woman nor man can hear
no longer I can't bear
the mutilated people I see and hear
I would ignore but they always reappear
right beside me in my ear
my "friends" fluctuate like a hologram
they come swing like wrecking *****
using ancient methods to destroy all

Silence
The timeless pleasures have ended,
In the trap of silence
It has began

The Devils words speak
Making me weak
For my eyes stream out
red streaks,
My future begins
To Fall apart and Creek

Silence
20 feet away
from someone standing beside me
I feel distance
Unable to hear words,
demonic voices
peek beside my ear
Unable to understand
yet,
They're Telling me my time is near

Silence
I don't cry anymore
that's the only control I have left
Physically unable to fight,
Controlling what I have left in my life,
I began to speak to Christ

I'm locked
Surround by chains
that lock me down,
Surround by pain
that destroys my name

I'm locked
No woman nor man
could ever wish for this
I'm drowning in hopelessness
If there was a way
to release this curse
I wouldn't have to suffer by
going through the worst
I wouldn't shred a single tear,
My body wouldn't ake
And I wouldn't be taken back
by my mistakes

Im locked
Destroyed by the life that is my own,
To the devil it feels as if I'm sold,
Every day gets dimmer
my life gets darker,
To God I am just his stocker

I'm locked
If I were to be given a second chance,
only then would my vocabulary
not be filled with I can't
Only then would I not count the minutes
Or count everyday life
as the witching hour
I wouldn't cower in the corner
Or write down death dates in my calendar
Like I used too

No
I would get a new chance at life
I wouldn't die by my own hand
And wouldn't say it was just a knife

If I could write one poem
fit all the emotions in
Then would everybody be perfectly fine
And not considered themselves a sin

Would life be much easier,
Time wouldn't be spent crying,
We wouldn't lie to ourselves,
because we'd be able to face reality
Without dying

If there was only one path,
instead of two
Would we be going the right way?
Would we need to pray?
that this wouldn't be a endless path?
that the path would stop,
Yet
What if exhaustion we were caught up in?
Would we died before the path ends?
And the path we were trying to walk on,
Would others be following,
behind the foot steps of you?
- Just a question