Where are you when I need you most
I try to find you but you're a ghost
Slowly drifting through the fade
You should be here, I am afraid
I told you no, I grabbed the key
I drove too fast and hit a tree
If I could go back and guarantee
instead of you, it should be me
Orange bound, hands clasped tight
The plea is said, I will not fight
Guards approach me, I'm taken away
What happens now, in Whom do I pray
Months pass by or maybe a year
I've served my time, why am I here
I must get out, freedom is mine
It's been long enough, I've served my time
Shrieks of anger, high pitched wails
I slice my skin with my nails
They cower in fright when I'm around
Now I'm buried deep, deep underground
Blood is dripping, the walls run red
Echoing screams, they fill my head
Pile of death, a putrid smell
Am I no more? Am I in Hell?
I don't deserve this, I cry in vain
Save your breath, says the man with a cane
The rod brought forth a fiery rain
My captor cackled, the Bringer of Pain
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