This,nothing but some random writing
Written on some cold lonely walls
And a lonely man,with empty eyes staring
He's waiting,in Death's eternity he falls.
At his god-forsaken grave not a single tear is shed
He now sleeps in peace on his hard wooden bed
There's no more pain for him it seems
But his tortured soul,from painfull Hell it screams
With such effect that it makes my heart bleed
My only escape is to try and read
But his voice reigns havoc in my mind
Are you crazy?Are you blind?
"He's just a mad man,it's not his fault"
"He's dead inside,killed by his own folk"
But no one listens,no one's hearing
I tried,I tried but I'm tired of screaming.
He's just another soul now
Condemned to eternal pain
But how can that be?How?
He's a danger,or that's what they claim
But that cold,dead soul's done nothing wrong
And I haven't heard it for so long,for too long.