Pain breaking through the silence
of another broken heart
crimson pouring from the wounds
just like tears fall from the eyes
of undeserving victims
feeling torture, endless torture
never ceasing rain (or should it be pain?)
from the lips appear the whispers
whisphers for help
for help from the pain
the endless pain
all lost and torn up inside
cannot find yourself in all the lies
closing your eyes and drift into
this sweet surrender
fading into the darkeness that surrounds
once so full of faith
now all that is left is emptiness
for another broken heart
nothing beats the same