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TIMES OF DAYS TIMES REMAIN

MY PAIN SLOWLY REGRENATES

COMING BACK 1O FOLDS

IT CANNOT BE CONTAIN

AS WITH AGE I AM WEAK

I WAIT TILL I SLEEP

FOR ETERNITY

I AM NEVER COMPLETE

NOBODY SEES THROUGH MY EYES

SEES MY SUFFERING

I CANT DECIDE

HOMICIDE OR SUICIDE

I AM ALONE IN A VOID

OF DARKNESS

DEMONS SURROUND ME

AS YOU PICTURE ME IN A CASKET

NOT KNOWIN HOW LONG

THIS LASTED

KEEPING MY EYES TIGHT

IM FRIGHTED

NOT KNOWING WHATS AHEAD

I AM BETTA OFF DEAD

NOBODY TO RELATE

MY TIME IS TOO LATE

I CANNOT ENGAGE

IN MY OWN MENTAL STATE

WAITING FOR GOD

TO GIVE ME THE OK

SO I CAN ESCAPE

FROM THIS EVIL

I CALL PEOPLE

WAITING FOR MY DEVINE EQUAL

THIS ONE IS FOR THE ONES

I'LL BE MISSING

NOT TO THE ONES WHO DISSIN

AS THEY SUFFER I LIVE

IN MIZERY

THEY CONTINUE DECREASING

MY ABILITY AS I AM SURROUNDED

BY MY ENEMIES

NOWAY OUT THE DEMONS GET CLOSER

I PANIC IN FEAR

I SHED COLD TEARS

WHISPERS BECOME INTENSE

BY THOSE SO CALLED

JEALOUS PEERS

I WISH I CAN JUST DISAPEAR

WAITIN FOR THE SMOKE TO CLEAR

HOPIN MY LIFE WILL CHANGE

GEARS

THIS IS MY CRY

HOPE SOMEONE HEARS ME

AND UNDERSTANDS MY PAIN

INSIDE I RESIDE

IN MY PIT OF SORROWS

WHERE I CAN NEVER SEE

TOMORROW

WAITING TO TAKE LAST BREATH

AS NOBODY EVER VISITS MY

GRAVE