Unhealed

Staring up into the sky
gazing at the stars
what is really out there
that could help erase these scars?

Looking out across the ocean
one that never ends
just like the flow of blood
from my wounds that will never mend

why is everything
that once held beauty in mine eyes
seem to become so hopeless
like its all ready to die

I have no passion
All colors have faded grey
I'm just going through the motions
I don't see the difference from day to day

Take a needle
thread it strong and well
sew my wounds together tight
stitch close my bleeding hell

Satan's fires consume me
yet they leave me cold as ice
i feel everything yet nothing
I'm only paying for the price

I cry out for help
yet i know it's all in vein
don't mess with the devil
if you can't stand the pain

*Author's note: this poem is more dedicated to a friend of mine then any real feelings i have. but i thought it was morbidly beautiful enough to post.*