the prophecy i made for myself all those years ago hasn't yet prevailed
my own maze of a mind the culprit keeping it from setting sail
my eyes sting and are almost as empty as the hole in my heart
the pit of what used to be childhood innocence has turned into a mirrorless counterpart
each path seems to lead to everything but the love and success that was promised
where i lay unmoving is an uncomfortable reflection of my life that is almous
my skin is almost as scarred as my view of life on earth
each battering glance another slash that has permanently imprinted on my worth
every tear that falls seems to soak my soul with some sort of feel
when night falls my blurred vision spins the death wheel
if only i could count the amount of fingerprints on my noose
but i turn a blind eye as the devil and i have seemed to have made a truce
when moon falls and my skin goes numb the spiders crawl in my veins
circling around each thought that my mess of a mind contains
i've accepted my lips will stay cold and loveless as my time of land decreases
no one cares to mess with the remains of such broken pieces
just like the whispers flow into my ears and do nothing but wrap around my nerves
maybe in the next life someone will hold me tight and trace all of my curves
but here my every breath means another day in which rejection tinkles in my soul
so maybe i should begin my long list of regrets on a tear stained scroll
