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---TORTURED SOULS---

I have given until only scars remain
The blood in these veins
Has dried until only dust maintains
This wasted shell, trapped in this Hell
The eternal struggle for my release
Endless voices scream
Lamenting faceless mouths never cease
I cannot tell how many times I have failed

Myself and everyone
Tortured souls congregate
To tell tales of woe
Despair and suffering
I seem to hear no one
As lamentors commiserate
Bare to me, their souls
Despair and suffering

I see the ghost in the mirror
A gleeful child runs with scissors
Deliver, dismember
They must have found her
In darkening days from
November to December
The specters scream louder

When tears fall like rain
They crash and burn
Now it's my turn
To bleed in the rain
And crash and burn

Give me silence and spare me the details
The serpentine scales
Slithers across the flesh where starlight sails
The untold pain, sleep in the grave
Give me peace as I take my boots onto the rails
Step beyond the pale
And finally take quite glimpse behind the veil
A price to pay where the drying corpses lay

Now I must brace my ears
Tortured souls obliterate
The cries will never cease
Fraying with ties that bind
There's nothing left to fear
Torture souls educate
You will give me peace
When I'm buried alive

When tears fall like rain
They crash and burn
Now it's my turn
To bleed in the rain
And crash and burn

I see the ghost in the mirror
A gleeful child runs with scissors
Deliver, dismember
They must have found her
In darkening days from
November to December
The specters scream louder

Too many cold summer nights
Beneath the twinkling starlight
Where fallen angels sever
The scars, they show forever

(c) 2015 Frank Green