Trespasser

The call of the void utters my name.
The darkness, impending demise.
Despicable thoughts come alive and as I descend, the demons arise.
My body is taken hold.
It's no longer mine
The Devil is creeping behind.
This can't be undone!
Where's my heart?
I want to feel whole again or nothing at all.
Where's my soul?
Because I'm not myself.
I'm not like anyone else.
A wound never healed is hard to conceal.
Putrefied sores will fester and spoil.
Free from the shackles of my innocence, I no longer see through the rose colored lens.
I see the world for what it really is.
The goodness is gone so I'll take what I can.
Where's my heart?
I want to feel whole again or nothing at all.
Where's my soul?
Because I'm not myself.
I'm not like anyone else.
Where's my heart?
I want to feel whole again or nothing at all.
Where's my soul?
Because I'm not myself.
I'm not like anyone else.
The call of the void utters my name.
The darkness, impending demise.
Despicable thoughts come alive and as I descend, the demons arise.
Where's my heart?
I want to feel whole again or nothing at all.
Where's my soul?
Because I'm not myself.
I'm not like anyone else.
Where's my heart?
I want to feel whole again or nothing at all.
Where's my soul?
Because I'm not myself.
I'm not like anyone else.