Life is torture for me
It kills me, burns me, destroys me
It fuels the hate, pain, sorrow, and anger
It helps out forces that hurt me,
Forces that want me dead for what I’ve seen

My parents are my torturers
They feed off of my past, and bring it back,
But not as a vision, but as hate, pain, sorrow, and anger

As I grow older, I see things clearer,
I see that what I used to love was little more then a knife on a plate,
I see them now as a knife in my back, as a rifle bullet going through me,
As an apocalyptic future, as a bomb destroying love
I see them like no one has seen anything before; I see things others do
not,
I see my life as a living hell, and one that only one cares about,
But if that love leaves me, I will die, but before I die, I have a chance to
keep that love
The love that keeps me alive, the love that cares, the love that cures me of
everything bad in my life, the love I would die for to keep it alive

As all evil is destroyed, good prevails, or so many think,
It is and never was this way, good does not always win, I can see that in my
life,
No mater how much love I get, all that is bad inside me will still be
there,
The bad just waiting till love is no longer found, or needed, then and only
then will it show its true strength,
A power that will kill me in one blow, in one sweep,
It will come out and conquer over me like water on fire
It will seize the my heart, my love, my good
And once this happens it will be the darkest of days, a time were no one is
there, a time when I will be no more then the flicker of a candle, the
shadow in the ally, a memory of the old world…

Is it so hard to be able to get away?
Is it so hard to be with the one you love most?
Is it so hard that I have to lie and sneak out?
Is it so much to ask just to be alone?
All I’ve ever wanted was to be with the one I love, to be there for her, and
to spend time together, is it too much to ask of you?

My parents say “If life were easy, there would be no room for love”
I understand that they are right, but life should be easy for me right now
I shouldn’t have to be waking up and crying, I shouldn’t have to say no to
my love, I should have fun and enjoy life to its fullest, but my life is not
of this,
It is a life possessed by the devil…


 
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