Despair, my Dear
Despair, my dear, so cold to all, you know me all too well.
I hurt so much, and all because I've built up my own hell.
Misery, mistress, bittersweet, you know me by first name.
You taunt and gloat as my bleeding heart, it refuses to be tame.
Agony, sweet and pure, only as I break,
My heart for you, so destitute, and distraught in your wake.
Solitude, shy, and timid, you plea to be hid from all.
You built up, around us both, a dark and lonesome wall.
Despair, my dear, you're all I fear, and yet You're all that's left.
My heart is cold, and I've grown old. Of friends, I am bereft.
Hatred, brother, you warm my heart, and drive me to go on.
You drove away the blue and grey, the shadows are all gone.
Anger, rage, you break my cage, and the wall that I had built.
Hard and true, I fight for you, and win over all....
Save guilt...
Ashes of pain left in the wake
ghosts of what I burned.
After all the suffering,
what is it I have learned?
I stand alone, and must atone.
I see with clearer eyes.
Look up now, see with me, how,
Tears rain from the skies.
In this hell, within my shell,
What is left of my soul...
It burns to black, no going back,
I feast upon the coal.
Memories return, even as I burn,
They haunt me even still.
A home, long-lost, my friends, accost...
I say this with no thrill.
This is not art, but of my heart.
This pain, I know so well.
The simple fact is just that...
You never escape hell.