11/11/2015
September 19, 2012
All That Remains
The hitting,
The screaming,
The torture,
The beatings.
How would you know what pain I undergo?
Behind this mask is a torn soul dying fast!
If there’s one thing I could tell you,
I’d tell you this,
My pitiful life is something I won’t miss.
I loved once,
Never again,
My heart and soul aren’t meant for you to bend.
Now I’m lying on this cold floor,
A bullet through the skull,
My life is no more!
I hope you’re happy
And at first don’t feel my pain,
So deep inside you slowly go insane!
My blood is on your hands,
And that being the thought in your brain,
My soul eats away at yours,
And in the end your guilty conscience is all that remains!
~Sanders