Chained to a fate
Surrounded by a fire
Its searing flames lick
Bruises and burns
All over my soul
An infernal pain
A suffocating misery
Scratching the soul
Leaving me tormented
Every now & then
Oh thee lord
Grant me salvation
Or else
Break my chains
And set my spirit free

and the price
I am
willing
to pay,

I hope you
miss me
when I'm
gone.

my mom told me i look homeless

i told her i was

Metal:
A music genre
that speaks of
The soul of withered flowers
the soul of warriors
The soul of fallen ones
The soul of phoenixes
The soul of survivors

Under the starlit skies,
Binded to this darkest hour,
The silence is deafening,
To it's torture,
I am mute.