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Black, cold hate Fills my heart Feeling like I was raised by wolves I’ve become a monster, a beast I can’t feel compassion, I can only feel pain And no one tries to understand But from what I understand You sort of started this hate Into my face you shoved your pain What little was left of my heart Was destroyed, you made me a beast And threw me to the wolves Lucky for you, the wolves Just left me scarred, but you don’t understand You won’t leave it alone, this beast You can’t blame me for my hate For I have no heart Anymore, what’s left there is pain I want nothing to do with this pain But since I was r

I can’t feel my lips As I’m forced into hell I enter The Devil’s Lair As soon as I’m in I beg for a way out I cry and scream and beg for mercy Please, please, please let me out. The Devil gives up on me and lets me go Yet I feel a longing to go back At least I wasn’t alone in hell. Now back on earth, I face depression alone The cold, black emptiness of loneliness makes me want to scream. Will an angel find me? Are you my angel?

Trapped. Locked in a dark, cold, wet cell, with only 24 hours to live. Breathing gets harder when you know you’re going to die. Being on death row is the worst feeling in the world. But here’s the thing: I’m completely innocent. I just happened to be in the wrong place in the wrong time. That wrong place happened to be a gas station where a mass shooting took place – I was in the restroom when it happened, so I was the only survivor. The killer has killed himself. So now I’m stuck here…is this how Jesus felt? An innocent man awaiting an early grave he knew was to come? I shivered at the thought of it. I gl

I see you fading away from me Nothing you say and nothing you try can change time When I see you, I can read it in your eyes, fate misunderstood Swallowed the lies, can't blame you for thinking with your heart Take these chains away that are holding me down We keep writing, talking and planning, but everything's changing Now this time has passed and full of regret I hope you'll find your own way when I'm not with you Tonight. Angels sing of the end Suffering a man should never know I'm living with a hole inside Under my armor I lost it all

To fight back tears and feel your hate in the air Scented and warm with sweat and tears Your name has become a sword to me I drink the poison rather than take the sword I lie dying face to the ground Stabbed more by the sword but with no chance to speak Cold words, angry words, hate words, heartless, soulless words To hear you say I am as good as dead And I think to myself (for I cannot speak): "Till the end of days" To feel your daggering eyes While my eyes seem to murmur: "I am dead." This is so painful. We know it is true. Why does it matter? Nothing can be said. We know it is true, and it aches – Love is a lie, and rom

I Hate the beast that I've become for the beast has no Soul no Heart, no feelings Nothing to feel anything but cold and Hatred out to Kill whoever crosses its path don't Unleash the beast, they say It has claws and fangs and will attack No Soul in its body only looks out for itself people keep their distance from the beast what little remains of its soul harbors a City of Evil a dwelling place for Demons the beast chooses its prey wisely lets them get close to it lets them let their guard down then It attacks! Hurt everyone in its path soon no one will go near the beast… the beast is alone… it likes it better thi

As much as I want to care I can't Not after your heartless rant Maybe I'm the one who's heartless But admitting that won't stop this madness I don't want things to go back to the way they were Because now things are greater It's better off this way I'm feeling tired and worn And part of it is from your sharp thorn Right through my chest it rips But at least I'm free from your tight grip Still your cold heart lingers But I've learned from the best teachers That he who makes a beast out of himself, Gets rid of the pain of being a man

Death is sudden. It attacks from behind. Cold, heartless death Leaves victims lost. No one sees him coming Like a thief in the night. He chooses each victim wisely And one by one They are lost. Thousands cry Everyone longs to hear a voice See a smile Fell the comfort of a laugh But death has no mercy And we are lost.