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My Own Target
written by Khaotic08:46 PM 4/6/05i am the enemy of my own target of torture the love of my heart has died away
the same old insane process of hatered same f**king desires yet i am so insane
everyone has died already cant seem to care what the f**k i think of it cant
seem to find away to end my own life cant seem to look the other way im hate
by the time i find you your already gone i am the lost that cant be found what
is inside my life is something you can find it consumes eachday of me it keeps
me alive it closes me off from your voice i cant seem to fnd your image in my
head yet its staring right through me find it as it rots inside my mind leaving
me to be damaged inside zombiefied by those that forgot me it makes me stronger
they all died away they all slipped through the cracks of time stuck inside the
end of the world i had to be enslaved by my own nightmares the best thing to
see as i suffer into my own defeat i can taste my own rotting flesh on my own
fingers yet my own reality slips through me chain reaction from the sane to my
own reality exchanged my heart for torment yet my mind feels no pain living my
own movie it makes me insane eachday falling away from my ownself i wither
away from my own mind its slipping through my mind lost in time cant find my
own torment love has died the same thing but the same pain eachday makes more
joy killing whats left inside the revolution to the solution inside i hold my
own rotting organs i have no f**king place on earth this hard to be known to be |
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