Behind closed Doors

In a room dark like the walls of hell,
We live in despair in pain we fell,
Deeper and deeper to Satan's creation,
A world full of manifestation,

We've all hurt like never before,
Bleed till it hurts no more,
Let music and men enhance us all,
Not a care in the world we fall,

We don't care or we know,
That no one cares any friend's just foes,
Each day another stab to the heart,
Living to us is really being torn apart,

We sing in sorrow,
For a beautiful tomorrow,
That will never come,
Not even for some,

Like corpses were rotting away,
Starting to forget starting to decay,
And all these visions thoughts and more,
Each happen behind closed doors.

©Samantha Jayne Reed
Wrote on September 13th, 2005