The pain sings to me in a tune of moral disgrace and an empathetic sense of salvation. The tree of life and death bears the fruit of my existence. One that is in a state of twisted agony. I am in an altered state of mind. Hell-bent on believing the false sense of reality I've created for myself. Redemption for my past sins is a lost cause. I'm damned and I’m living out my punishment in hell. If there is a God, he's abandoned me. I’m falling deeper and deeper into the arms of sorrow. Yet, you don’t seem to care. Guess it really is all about you. Insanity beckons me and I can’t deny its call any longer. But just know that you’re coming with me, cause after all misery loves company.
(A little song/poem I wrote)
The pain sings to me in a tune of moral disgrace and an empathetic sense of salvation. The tree of life and death bears the fruit of my existence. One that is in a state of twisted agony. I am in an altered state of mind. Hell-bent on believing the false sense of reality I've created for myself. Redemption for my past sins is a lost cause. I'm damned and I’m living out my punishment in hell. If there is a God, he's abandoned me. I’m falling deeper and deeper into the arms of sorrow. Yet, you don’t seem to care. Guess it really is all about you. Insanity beckons me and I can’t deny its call any longer. But just know that you’re coming with me, cause after all misery loves company.