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wasting away

deep inside of me

i'm lost forever outside

not being who i'm

suppose to be



running in circles

spinning in place

if i spit now

i'd hit my own face



not that i don't deserve it

i know i've earned it



I'm angry inside

not feeling right

its cold in my thoughts

this ropes getting tight



see me shiver

watch me tear

holding your picture

life just hanging here



pretending your near

i whisper softly

to quiet the fear

but its me

who's the monster

its all to clear



your gone

its my fault

your gone

i owe you allot



punishment grips my hands

ice covers the tips

as evil leaves my soul

and bloody forgiveness drips

i've taken one life

now my own will even the toll

and release my forsaken soul



i feel the warmth of the cold inside

it screams for me

for you it cries

death regrets

the day you died

i hate the warmth

of the cold inside