The Melancholic Life of Mine

My mouth is sealed My eyes are shut But my voice is rasped With the screaming in my head That I can not seem to stop My mind is empty My hands are filled With abandoned promises And futile sacrifices That has come to me in different faces My feet are cold My heart is—has stopped But the voices inside never ceases Like the burning fire of the inferno With a thousand places— For a dead man to be To suffer To regret To tremble To suffer To regret To tremble To suffer To regret To tremble And to suffer again and again and again My hands are shaking My eyes are filled With unshed tears That has only killed My soul of innocence And shattered hope My skin so rotten My blood is drained From my body that I put to shame Which haunted me 'til death For hope never came My life took for granted My soul ripped from my body To which led me to my demise And cold water filled up my lungs With fire burning inside of me with my lies To suffer To regret To tremble