Heart Tears

Do you know what it's like
to hear a heart cry?.
It's awful,
like hearing mass screams of torture,
wanting to be set free
or like hearing the weeping sounds
from the corpses that lay from a battleground
and even the last cries of "mommy" being cried to a girl
while her mother disappears....forever.

So why do I know?
Cause when I wake up,
when I cry,
when I sleep
when I die...
...I hear it...

A emotion set on "stay"
sadness takes the strings
and control my life,
so I"m a puppet
but not knowing what will happen,
yet do I actually care...

People deteriorate from my mind,
left behind
like my shadow,
slowly creeping my body
while silently strangling me.

Life:
a way to torture a spirit,
to make it bleed,
to make it drown into the darkness,
and forever corrupt its path
towards happiness.

My heart is too sad,
too weak
to live in this world
prospered by evil eyes
and corrupt souls.

If you see a boy in a dark corner,
if you hear of someone killing themself with a dagger,
if you smell blood of an innocent soul,
feel the loneliness inside your spirit,
and if you taste sadness,
then it's best to know...
...that's me...