I have found you at the wall of souls. Hurtful hands were tearing us apart.

sometimes murder is the only option sometimes death is the only solution sometimes violence is the only way sometimes you have nothing to say i push the knife deeper and deeper will it ever find it's way trough your chest? do you even have a heart? do you even have a heart? the monster i feed wants more it never gets fed it never calms it begs it lures it keeps wanting more they say ashes to ashes and dust to dust though there is nothing inside of you i am tearing you apart sometimes murder is the only option sometimes death is the only solution sometimes violence is the only way sometimes you have nothing the lower i get the higher i am i'm not saying i am proud that i feed on the dead but there's nothing else left for me but there's nothing else left of me they say ashes to ashes and dust to dust though there is nothing inside of you i am tearing you apart

pull the trigger i want to feel the bullet crashing trough my skull i would give anything to stop this nauseating pain free me from this burden i would lit myself on fire to escape the pain this is my cross which i must carry along the way the road to my coffin is way too far they hope i will learn something about my life along the way but there is nothing left for me to learn i've seen every aspect of this world yes i was the one who decided that we are not worthy of love i asked you to throw us away i asked for no mercy no guidance well shame on me for begging for a quick death instead of suffering more drove rusty nails through my wrists decompose rotting it's nothing this body is a waste i am replacing the parts which has long been decayed this is my mantra i repeat it every day that this body is curse this body is a cage this body is a waste

i know that you are not perfect and i have to finish you i shouldn't have given you feelings non till you can under stand them but i needed love i was so alone distant pictures grow dim in the cold night i remember writing tristful poems on walls those words were not washed away by heavy rain but a heavier regime that put us back to sleep with our dangerous idea of equality

i promised that i'll always be there for you and not even death can separate us but words are weak and so do as i they crumble by the first gentle lie don't judge me till you walk a mile in my shoes or live a day in my life sometimes you have to leave everyone you love you won't see regret in my dead eyes i promised that i'll always choose the right path but from this distance left and right looks like the same for my dead eyes i crumble by the first morning light keep me from this scorching dreary light it burns it burns it's burning me alive i know i know i shouldn't be alive i wanted to fix it but i've failed so many times relax focus focus focus on the present try to put yourself back together you are better than that we are better than that we can rebuild this Earth a billion times we can re-create we can reconstruct you are my ever passimistic self please belive in me and i will help i promised that i'll always be there for you and not even death can separate us and these words are strong and so do as i i will create a new world for us

the mud is cold i know i have been there i was looking for myself but i have found something disturbing between the worms i have found my honor in shreads from this puddle the stars they look so different life is short i know i am older i watched too much friends pass away it is always too late to forgive only death waits us all in the end no coffins or candles or mourners to say goodbye

What are the signs of a heartache? can "hating yourself for what you are" be a good start? when will it end? if these street lamps could speak they tell you a said story but you are late again alone i count the minutes and i fade away as time passes me by What are the signs of a heartache? can "wishing that you were dead" be a good start? the pain is given not by these countless wounds not by this cracked skull not by my tattered soul but the consciousness that you are not here with me. i am as broken as you have left me i hope i will interest you this time. a lonely phone rings in an abandoned house but no one is there to answer the call I am trying to get there. I've called you several times why don't you pick up the phone?

this season changed so quick that i had no chance to love or hate it i remember there were trees but i can not recall if they were ever blooming i remember it was dark we've found a lantern and lit some light but was it enought to find the way out? from the maze we've built around us with memories we wanted to forget so long for so long i think i have saw you in my dreams i still belive that you were real though you were just the shreds of a memory if i could wake up from this dream i swear i'll never to go to sleep i'd rather die then stay in this nightmare just a silhouette in the dark every kiss and every touch still i can smell the scent of your skin all over my scorched passing body my future holds nothing but fear i would like not to exist i bury my face in my inorganic hands you won't see my tears 'cause my mask hides my sadness this machine that i've become still remembers slowly losing hope this machine that i've become knowns only wires there is no place for human souls what i have become is less than nothing... just bones and flash and circuitry ... why can't I wash down the blood from these filthy hands?

i still remember the last time i was trying to pray for you but my heart echoed only silence i still remember the last candle slowly burning down face the dark with no fear in your heart face the dark with no fear in your heart this is just the begining of your new life these are your first steps i know it's hard but we have to move on this road is for the sinners and we walk it every day i know this cobblestone i've burried my youth in here this is where i've lost my faith this is where father lost his temper this is where he first slapped my face this is where the river takes me away and my body rots on the shore

why not me? you have said that why not me? i am the chosen one why not me? i am still begging why not me? for a hand to feed i am still picking up the remains of this Wretched world the dark sun shines as life within this hive flourished with tainted energy i remained unmoved in the room where i was not born but where i was made you said that i was the hope of a new world it all was a lie you saw darkness in me that would consume whole worlds that would consume you and me why not me? i will search why not me? those who remain why not me? i will slay why not me? every last of them my anger is strong my blade is quick not even the tears of the fallen can not stop me not even the cry of the innocent can not stop me i know they were children i know they were children i can't wash their fucking blood off from my hands the smell remains constant rotting flesh and bones constant begging for mercy constant pain we are lost forever there is no turning back we have burned the bridges behind us there is nothing left burned down our temples killed all priests murder the children left with no relief we're living day by day without a sheperd the wolf is lurking around but we are no sheep serpent's eye i am wearing false skin my mesmerising dance i am acting like i am wounded your mouth got wet you attack from behind i feel your teeth inside me tearing apart we're living day by day the leg that your chewing on is your own leg the illusion of this tainted place made you damned you will never ever see light the darkness surrounding you will take your life we thought that this would end it all but burning this town just gave us a new begining we thought that if we tear down those faces and wear them as ours we would be able to understand the circulation the daily routine that build up this anger this frustration that was burning from the inside it burnt a hole in our souls and we knew that there was no turning back for us noone will attend to our funerals noone will shed a tear for us they will be glad that we are gone and the can go back to the limbo which they thoght was their lives but we were the few we knew the truth the one they tried to hide away from us and now we suffer we are cursed how much time do we have i don't know but i write our story with a knife to my skin and when i die i beg please burn me and from the ashes build a new town for muderers and let them kill each other so they soul can rest please let them kill each other so they soul can rest...