Left to hate who I am,
Trapped in this hell hole...

First drop of rain hits the windowpane
I place my hand where yours once was...

One year, or maybe two?
Am I only yours forever...

Like a demon, It's stirring inside me
Giving me a false sense of energy...

When you read this
I will no longer be there...

To look without seeing,
To have nights without dreams...

Handprint fused to shattered glass,
All that remains...

This life neglected,
Before its' end...

Struggling against the raw cords that lash,
You thrash and scream, heart furiously beating...

Who needs devils, demons or Hell?
We are more than capable...