When all faith is lost
and you have nothing left to lose...

I have no memories
no sense of time...

My insides have all gone away
rotted and disappeared...

My metaphorical heart
was ripped straight clean and clear from my chest...

The words the flow smoothly onto the page
describing me...

Under the moonlight
In a forest of dead trees...

I said my last goodbyes today
They just didn't know...

The winds of change sweep through
And fill the October air...

Exit your hell
And enter mine...

The door creeps open
and i step through...

The pain it takes me to a place
where i can rest...

They say that silence is golden
Make any type of noise...