ShadowOfTheDead

Slit Your Wrists, Feel The Pain. Let The Blood Drip, Watch It Stain. Let The Blood Run From The Veins That The Razor Has Severed, Curse The Name Of The One Who Pushed You Over The Edge And Join The Damned. Just Think Of Me As A Broken Mirror, To Many Pieces To Pick Up And Fix. Never To Be Perfect Again

Pain Leave me in the shadows, left to cry. tears of pain and fear left. suffering and pain, crying out in vain. the inner silence beacons for me to stay, so i must do what it says. darkness consumes me, laughing at me while i slowly die off again. My Soul tormented soul, life of lies hated by all, most i despise live in the dark, crying alone a scared person, cold to the bone mind imprisoned in a lifeless cell forgotten in life, left in my own hell

Forgotten Im a nobody, a nothing, forgotten in death, and forgotton in life. im as dead as a graveyeard that nobody walks in and thinks of the people who are there, silent in the night and hidden in the day, being as a shadow that noone ever notices or realizes is gone when the daylight hits it, dissipearing as a dream and staying in your mind as a nightmare does, always forgoton, but still there in the back of your mind. a small coal in a fire ready to burn out except for one other coal keeping it alive for awhile longer.

Leave me in the shadows, left to cry. tears of pain and fear left running down my face from when you left her here. forgotten, surrounded by the lies you told. suffering and pain, crying out in vain. the inner silence beacons for me to stay, so i must do what it says. darkness consumes me, laughing at me while i slowly die off again. i feel myself loosing the only grip on my world i have created for myself, the only safety i ever had. all i feel is the pain inside and the warm blood on my skin as it slowly dries. it drips to the floor, feel alone even more. sitting in the dark crying to myself, wanting to talk to somone who understands me, no

2 worlds torn limb from limb deciding what is real. what is fake. my safe little world no longer is within my grasp, instead it slips away slowly as my past returns to haunt me. what was once forgotten looks me in the face and laughing from every other direction my tortured soul tears at itself to be free but the more it struggles, the more it is restrained and the darkness comsumes it once again. reality slips away and my grip on life is lost

my long lost paradise, forgotten in time, left to crumble, as time passes it by. the way to reach it, is long forgotten, the path overgrown and unable to be seen. trying so hard to return to my paradise, my long lost and forgotten paradise. to return to where i felt so safe, so long ago. so very long ago... work in progress, this piece may remain unfinished... -Charlie