The Story

Where is the joy i so desperately need?
My hearts a field full of weeds
sorrow runs wit these hollow tears
blood pumped full of awful fears
nerves are racking,
while panic`s attacking.

I`ll say goodbye to all I`ve loved,
to all my memories stained in blood,
Hell is nothing compared to this,
at least after the torture there a moment of bliss
Nothing is left,
Justa an empty chest.

My dreams have been shattered and stomped,
by some rediculous god
a fairy tale gon horribly wrong
a never ending terrible song
my mind runs on like a radio
my heart beats on like a stereo
Hollow and cold,
The story got old.