My 115

All alone chained to my thoughts.
My fist suck in a shattered dimensions.
In a room where no one can see me.
Trapped in my own feelings.
Wishing the world would have died all along.
Maybe I wouldn't suffer if I was all alone.
If this was my twisted world.
Everything would die,
Cause no one would cry,
When no one is alive.

If this was my twisted world.
My tears would decay
This world of clay
And wash everyone away.
I would bring death and destruction to all,
And deny resurrection to all.
Cause no more tear would be shared.
From pain all will be spared.
When no one is alive.

My perfect act of revenge for the pain I've endured.
A messianic maniac with a chainsaw.
On a massacre to you all.
Maybe this would help me fill the void.
Digged by this World from the day I was born.
I was belittled, bullied, picked on.
Cast aside, pushed to the dirt and kicked while I was down.

As a failure for not standing up for myself.
I'm all alone chained to my thoughts.
My fist suck in a shattered dimensions.
In a room where no one can see me.
Trapped in my own feelings.
Wishing the world would have died all along.
Maybe I wouldn't suffer if I was all alone.
If this was my twisted world.
Everything would die,
Cause no one would cry,
When no one is alive.
This is my 115.