*Sorry, it doesn't have a title yet, it is more of a raw writing still. Apologies*

I can't believe what's come of this  
my disguise on the edge of the bound of resist-ance
losing this game to your own-self shadow
you can't be yourself, your inside's already dead
 
hey, could you spare me one moment?
would you hear all my lies?
should I bury me myself
or would you mind to help me out
 
I'm glad I have you here
Otherwise I'd be alone
long before I`m cold
my bed is my only friend
 
might this be believed
or full of disease
rotten like my head
tired of the cicle of this premise
lost I claim for search
but my faith long has gone
so why should I wait
when I know there is never help
 
I'm tired of being sat and waiting the fate turn my destiny
the worms are screaming for help (me)
while they walk and pretend we are not here
where is compassion? is that all just an excuse for the foul soul of the rotten on their misbelief
 
The leafs dance as the winds call them for a dance
Life blossoms as we look for something to believe
Take me out of my misery
Your pain is not a mistery
We might be forgotten but we shan`t be (all the same/fake/vague/what they want us to be)
 
Look at what you've made
I am not the same
I fell but we shall smile again
The illusion that pain has brought
Death is the friend or not
I smile but this doesn't mean a thing