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Misconception of a Heart
A cold empty feeling I feel inside of me.
It's ripping out my insides trying to break itself free.
Is it this depressed, miserable soul that is trying to overcome me?
Oh, how it tries to flee from all this pain, but for all that it knows it's caged in for most eternity.
How could one bear this kind of sorrow and hate, or have they grown to live with it everday?
Has my body been taken by Azrael? or has my mind just decamped.
For let me say that my life has just become foredoomed.
Someone please tear out my dead memories.
So I may reach my salvation and leave the scars behind of my dead pallid heart.
Okay
I'm reaching in, tearing out the dead memories. Got a handful of dead memories here. Casting them on the surface of Saturn - where no one has gone before - voila - free ~Just Bein' Allets~