The Search
Can you hear me from this abyss
Only to climb out and see a self induced apocalypse
That I am the only catalyst 
But nothing more than a masochist 

I can hear your words and your laughter
It was torment then, and torure everyday after 
You never knew it would lead to my disaster
Needing punishment without a Master
Because life is a Mistress who cuts deeper for any stitches.

Cut out my eyes so my world is as dark as I am inside
Cut off my ears so I can't listen to my thoughts
Cut off my mouth so no one can hear me scream for help

Let me walk the path
With nothing but the burdens of my past
Cut off my legs so all the weight is on my shoulders as it slowly breaks my back
Let me battle the Grim Reaper since I don't fear death
Maybe just maybe I'll get some sleep in my eternal rest.

Haunted by the memories of pain
To the point I wanted to cut through my veins
Until my back was bloody from being whipped with that chain
Up every night thinking of putting a bullet through my brain
So confused I forgot my own name.

Forever lost in this world without identity
Nothing more than to search the darkness endlesslyn