wrote last year, but can't get it out of my mind.

The sound of the night ripples around me,
my screams echo only in my mind, but remain silent in the air,
they burn inside me, I can hear the sound of my soul tear.
Eyes bleeding black, the sanity I lack shines threw my skin, leaveing my skin cracked and bleeding, I can feel the pain seething,

almost liveing, beating, pulsing through my veins, my mind, my sight, my voice,
it leaves me torn, forlorn, broken, spinning in scorn, wishing I was never born.

To see the lives I touch parish under my hand, to see the smiles disapear from the angel faces to the grave, to know every life I am in will turn out the same.
The pain, the blame, how can I keep takeing this fame for this hurtful game?

To CRAVE, so consumend, to have something that would end all I love,
to live in hell, but to cause it, what choice do I have?
I dream of being taken away, to know it will never be that way, I will have to stay,
in this life, this mind, so full of agony I can't breath, each breath like razors in my lungs, wishing...begging....tomorrow had never begun.