I hear of all the stories,
The sadness and despair,
I recall the mute persuasion,
Downed by deadly stare.
But of all of the starvation,
Just one speaks out to me,
The journey of depression,
Pure fate and agony.
The adventures of a broken soul,
Lost without a clue,
Awakened from the restless sleep,
I found out that soul was you.
Deported from all wonderful,
Rejected from perfection,
Put in a place so cold and bare,
Awaiting resurrection.
Times began of toughness,
Hate became infused,
Self-wrath became infection,
And you were the abused.
However strong you were,
Brains outwits the brawn,
Nothing mattered anymore,
All that's left is gone
The messenger took over,
Telling lovely lies,
Wiping down your tears,
Gleaming in your cries.
Soon he had you tempted,
Emotionally drifted,
I watched horrific transformation,
Now just sickly twisted.
Messengers would never leave,
You performed the act at night,
Believing gimmick telegraphs,
But it made you feel all right.
You seemed fine for such a while,
Until he began to show,
Weight was dropping quickly,
Death could come or go.
Perched upon your shoulder,
Was the devil's little singer,
The messenger became the truth,
You were getting thinner.
Submerged beneath her ocean,
Dead below the "fun,"
Taken over, soulless now,
the messanger has won
i would like to say thanks to my parents for well being them or i would not have let this thing become my best friend so at the end this is all i got a friend that will kill me isnt a real friend but i let it be cause theres no way else to end my suffering to but die in the hands of them and tell them this was my only true Friend
