Blood spills on the ground without a word nor a sound,

deep within i cant think of going through all this pain.

So i shake myself untill i come around,

and i notice a hole where my heart should be.

Blood covers everything from the floor to the sheets,

i jolt awake and realise it was just a dream,

then it all comes rushing to me back into reality,

this life i have is not supposed to be.

I belong inside a tomb,

never to have come out of my mothers womb.

The pain that i feel down deep will always last,

untill the day that i lay upon my bed and draw my last breath.

When every day is the same and i feel like im being totured,

the life i will never have will remain just a sculpture.

An artifact of something that i will never have,

and then being alone inside a world just grows cold,

i cant be saved from this or escape cuz ive already sold my soul.

And every singletime i look right into the mirror with emotionless eyes,

i see everything all so clearer cursed with a lonley life,

and to see the pain that i hold back when i fake a smile,

its ok becausei will only be here a very short while.