Souls Of Hell

Lost in a timeless, empty spiral of inadequateness.

Forced to look upon the failures of your own abilities.

Searching for a dark tomb beneath the minds crust.

Jabbing at every emotional forcefield till you break through.

Centuries of repression and anger tied into one thought.

Your sharp, piercing cries hid behind the face of crime.

Secretly nudging your towards the edge of your mind.

Soon to be gone forever, lost in a cemetery of dreams.

Death a sweet release from the holds of your feelings.

Cry yourself to sleep, for life is just an insignificant spec of time.

You blink and your heart is stopped and you lie dead on the floor.

Breath deep and then wash out the pain.

Never again shall the lost follow the waves of the brave.

Never again shall the souls search high and low for closure.

Never again shall the memories be a harmful scratch across the back of your mind.

For now all spirits shall be sent to the mindless, enclosed prisons of hell.

And forever more shall the beasts of the dead haunt the living.

But the dead shall only suffer in silence, not to be heard of the torture.

Peaceful satisfaction of the brains of the living,

for the dead has taken away their everlasting feelings of sorrow.

No more pain.

No more screaming.

No more crying.

No more scares.

All will be lost forever deep within hells lost castles,

and hidden away secretly behind heavy bars.