I’d want to go away

Where nothings so gray

Where no tombs are laid

This place dosen’t excist

It’s just a myth

That lies in my dream

Where no tears seem to gleam

I’m stuck here in my hell

With no soul to sell

Or take

Where scars and bruises

Are hid by masks and stories of the day

Feeling the urge to jump off the edge

To cut your sole on the razor blade

To wring your neck on your homemade noose

what do you have to lose