the prophecy i made for myself all those years ago has not yet prevailed

my own maze of a mind the culprit keeping it from setting sail

my eyes sting and are almost as empty as the hole in my heart

the pit of what used to be childhood innocence has turned into a mirrorless counterpart

each path seems to lead to everything but the love and success that was promised

where i lay unmoving is an uncomfortable reflection of my life that is a novice

my skin is almost as scarred as my view of life on earth

each battering glance another slash that has permanently imprinted on my worth

every tear that falls seems to soak my soul with some sort of feel

when night falls my blurred vision spins the death wheel

if only i could count the number of fingerprints on my noose

but i turn a blind eye as the devil and i have seemed to have made a truce  

when the moon falls my skin goes numb with spiders crawling through my veins

circling around each thought that my mess of a mind contains

i've accepted my lips will stay cold and loveless as my time on land decreases

no one cares to mess with the remains of such broken pieces

the whispers flow into my ears and do nothing but wrap and compress my nerves

maybe in the next life, someone will hold me tight and trace all of my curves

but here every breath means another day in which rejection compresses my soul

so maybe i should begin my long list of regrets on a tear-stained scroll