• Sorrow’s boney fingers grip my heart like hunger grips a poor man,
    Grief stricken and hollow as an empty can and I can still feel it,
    Relentless and determined like a winter fox trying to find shelter,
    My hope smashed to pieces like a baseball through a window,

    The mask I once locked away, has once again been brought out,
    Tirelessly and endlessly I fight for happiness and hope,
    But at the first sign of either, they’re shot down like an enemy plane,
    Pushed away and scolded like a stray dog just trying to find a shred of hope,

    Waiting for the bones to crack and form anew hurts worse then being shot,
    Wandering forever across the battlefields where grass has long been forgotten as warrior did once before me,
    Wounds have formed and come a silently as the black plague, yet invisible as poison,
    Water splashes against my face, waking me from the horrible nightmare, but as I open my eyes, the only thing I see is blood as I’m sucked back in again,

    Crack Crack Crack
    Go the knuckles as they’re slammed into the awaiting flesh,
    Rip Tear KILL
    Go the mind as the thoughts once locked away begin to resurface,
    AaaaaahHHHH
    Goes the people as the monster pries itself loose from its solitary confinement,
    Pitter Patter Pitter Patter
    Goes the heart as it draws its last and final breath…