the only good is in my past,
my present is a gift from hell,
resembling a time of fast
torturing myself in overwhelm
drowning within my flesh
razor seized a bit too deep
holding onto what is left
remind me to get some sleep
dreaming holds me back
though life pushes forward
happiness had been attacked
my pain is being hordered
let the darkness steal my soul
vanish without remembrance
guide the burier to a hole
let alone to walk the entrance