Salt covered trails  That dug deep into the soles  Of my feet Burn and stung like knives  Causing them to bleed

Engulfed in flames within The crackling embers Of her bones shake Within this mortal tomb Her anger wake

I’m tired Of the way You look at me With such a pitiful stare I’m sick of your glare

Cold and dreary Pain held inside One match of hope Brightens the room In the corner of my eyes

I’m tired... Of playing the puppet In your twisted fantasy Wake up And running in the same circle

Morning America Welcome to hell Where mortal souls Give into sinful pleasures Poverty abundance

Can’t sleep Can’t wake up I’ve been rendered A title on my forehead Rather than dead

YOU. Are despicable. A liar. A cheat. Betrayal is your middle name.

Venomous fangs Pierce the flesh Injecting the poison Seeping inside... Trembling flesh...