2.0

How bizzare. Reopened are lifes scars. This burden of this beast is about to refeast and just when I thought I was at peace. Please gimme my release.

I can still remember, the death of my soul in 99, late November. Happiness gone and hate forever. This dead weight of a tainted treasure.

Tears flowed wild and steady. Heart carved in stone, for the world I wasn't ready. But me and the hard knocks became friendly. Constant question: Is this the end of me?

Now I lay me down to sleep. I pray for strength because I'm tired of being weak. Its harmony I find to seek. This war of nerves is steep. But until my conclusion, my existance sleeps.