I was born to burn,
no escape from this hellish womb,
darkness now shading the light,
there is no light left for me,
only this hate left behind by those who like me cant feel any other
emotions.

We all died and woke up on the floor,
in a cold state I rose to my feet,
staring out into a large dark nothingness,
I like the way you scream,
I want to hear them scream,
pitiful cries ring throughout my head,
I pay them no attention or is it I just don't care,
either way I take a look at my body lying on the floor,
and wonder why this happened to me,
no longer taking a look at the bigger picture.

I'm dead there will never be me again,
when death sleeps I'm sure it dreams of me,
life grows cold when stepped upon,
death opening its mouth wide like the beautiful wings of a butterfly,
swallowing my soul whole,
falling down in this dark abyss I'm scared,
but I'm no longer afraid of the death that has now overcome me.

Reeking of hate screaming with all the force and pain I have within but
still my screams never heard only turned away,
like I did so many before me,
there screams meant nothing to me now I see what they where screaming
about,
and wished I had someone to hear my cries,
but like I was,
no one is listening...

Am I dead or is it all just in my head,
buried alive,
or in a hospital I cant figure it all out,
either way my screams never heard,
only hate comes to visit me in the dark,
I think the truth has finally set in...

This Is Life
 
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