Too much sadness.
Too much pain.
The words you let out of your brain.
Spreading faster.
Than a flame.
Disease and sickness in my frame.
Feed the anger.
Feed your hate.
You will never be the same.
Or let it go.
And turn the page.
Just don't spread your harmful play.
I'd rather see you burn alone, than taking me down with you. The abyss is no place for someone like me. I want to be lifted up by His hands; just one more time.
"Isolate me from humanity - I've had enough of agony."
