DeadSilenceRotsInMe

Abhor this hate with the dirt of your lies, Complete this void with the stench of your guilt. Drown me in your surreal dream Sever all bonds, and let me be who I am. Look under the rug, there are blood stains, It'll all end and Time will kill us all.

What are the promises of the old Hebrew faith? There are no promises but only strict commandments. You are to abide by the restrictions of a comprehensive law that binds your life in strictest limitations from your birth until your death. The promises of Christianity are ample and notorious: hell if you don't follow and obey your church, accepting its infallibility, and paradise if you commit yourself to slavery of the established dogma of the church. Of course, there is no guarantee that any of these promises will ever be fulfilled. The promises of Islam, though, are even more exorbitant: you will have paradise for sure if you wag

In toss of my thoughts are memories that still breathe. Can you feel my sorrow? Scourge this body sodden by sweat and never been washed away. Can you imagine it? Trapped and tied for this place, that's your fate, you will never run away. Can I just fade away? You have fought before. Will you keep fighting now? This dawn is always the same, day full of difficulties, sweaty shirt and empty eyes, shaking hand that holds this cigarette. Can you forgive your life now?

There's blood on the floor Cries of the dead from the next door This virgin night pitch black dark Lies there a girl who's haemophiliac In her dreams, Chased by him, she screams Running through that isolated lane Suicidal thoughts drive her insane Destined to meet her death She craves for that one last breath The clock strikes two, She wakes up to reality, but nothing's new It's that same cursed old night When she's facing the wraith of his smite Not trying to move out of the bed Confused and trying to remember what he said Reasons for his aversions and bloodshed There's a tattoo on her face Looks like symbol of the poss

Began to wonder how things turned out You are back to the person who you were not From every broken promise to a spoken lie Nothing really matters as my days pass by Happened to start listening to these voices in my head And I'm stuck here following the path you lead these voices, voices I hear, tear me apart Devour me, curse me and make me bleed at heart To be left alone is my only solution Blood and peace assured on my crucifixation

This night will never be mine The silence of the night is broken You can't place your head on the pillow You grip your head between your palms The spirit of your past is here and haunting Look what you've done You've made me weak I fall on my knees I'm not burying my head into this salt stained pillow These dead thoughts occupy my head and make them hollow Curse was granted to you at birth Peace shall be granted after your death Close your eyes, suffer in every breath Darkness swallows you inside Leave or die, time will decide Force yourself, break free Punch your jaws, relieve your soul The walls aren't closing The

It took years to build a home like that. Dreams he had, reality in which he is. It took years... A house in which he creates peace, but the pieces of happiness are too small. It took years... Dreams he had, life he lives, emptiness he feels, even walls whisper. Days are long, and almost the same, nothing new to awake the joy, dreams are buried a long time ago, tho man still lives. Empty and sad, angry and bitter, he still lives in the house in which he used to plan his future, dreams that kept him alive, tho pieces of happiness are too small, it took years to built a home like that. It took years fo

With that feeling of being trapped under your desires, you rot slowly and all your dreams become nothing but the dust. That decision you made was present for years, and yet, you lived with hope that the things would change. You left your days behind, hoping that these days won't come back, hoping that you will live, hoping that you will live. Your ways are unknown now, and everything is new. You live with that constant fear of failure, though you know that you are not coming back to these days of sorrow, the days you're trying to bury deep in the past, although the history of your past has been cursed, that smell of y