Death rides a pale horse

When in wallowing turns into monochromatic scenes,
Doesn't matter what shade of grey it brings
I'm as hollow as can be,  
What can I say?  
Follow the leader  
but after me.
 
I use to feel like lightning in a bottle,  
had a few dreams locked in my attic  
If only I ever bothered  
 
now the bottles litter the floor  
when the lighting is fighting with the delight of masking all my twisted designs that my mind has soiled  
 
and I,  
came of age in the world of decay,  
say my words are empty threats  
but I'm filling them up today.  
Pull this dagger from my throat  
Stab my heart until the name escapes.  
 
Feel like martyr,  
for love is frail  
and my fleeting senses  
demand a glimpse  
of what's beyond the trail,  
 
 blood, guts and fallen friends...it just never ends