Thought process

Can it get better from here?
is it possible to be free of fear?

Will these walls crumble?
Am i able to be humbled.

Does this fire ever burn out?
What will be left, if the flame dies out..

How can i go from here
What is left from the tears

Years and years ive bleed myself dry
Opening the wounds just so i could die

There is still an unmarked grave
With a picture of my face

I will continue to be whisked away
Onto this journey i have made

The questions still remain
No matter how far i roam in this place

Hell on earth is just a phase
Part one in the plan he made

This is where we live to die
Suffering by the hands of mankind

Is it enough to be bleed dry
Is it enough to cry out our eyes

Cant we see our selves in them
the pain we cause to release ourselves

Life among the living and the dead
Is it enough to be a friend

Mortal man can not withstand
The end of time, the time of our lives

In the end, its all null and void
what you did here will be destroyed

Who ever sets foot on your grave
will stir the pot you have made

is it enough to breathe a sound
is it enough to whisper out loud.

can you feel the lingering scent
of burnt flesh whisking in the wind

Taste the smell
Smell the sound
Each and every heart Beats so loud

Wishing to belong
To find their own song
Willing to be Free
Amongst the disease

Can it be so
To make friends with the foes

or is it in the plans
for man to fall

The time is surely among us
an end of these days

a new world order
is just the beginning
of darker days.

The end couldn't come sooner.