Lost all in a world of my own, crying eyes feel so alone when they've got no place to go. Anticipating the worst when nothing goes right, too tired of life to keep up the fight. In need of a soul to fill in my life, in need of an Angel to make things all right. In all of my travels I've not seen the light, in all of my searching I've wasted the night. Why should I even try to still care, only to have my heart thrown away in a dirty, piss pail. Over and over I scream out that I never wanted my personal little private own Hell, still I can't see past this deep, ominous black torturous bottomless well.
No reason to stay here so why don't I just bail, feel as if body is moving as slow as a snail. Whirlwind of torment thrashes all around in great swells. Impending danger slowly starts to rise in the well, heading towards my being as if it was a magnet flying upon a metallic old bell. No chance to dodge it for it is already on my poor self, swatting with feverish fury at ghostly apparitions of devils......to be cont.
