by OnYx

Created on: May 16, 2008

I feel miserable.
Abuse makes me ill.
I feel miserable.
Negative stimulus tears my foundation.
I feel miserable.
Anguish is dragging me down to the depth of misery.
I want to die!

Is it because of rotted religion why I feel this way?
Is it the abuse and misery pounding my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of, adrift far from home.
I just don't care anymore, no I don't care.

My psychotic mate broke my will to live.
My psychotic mate broke my will to live.
My psychotic mate broke my will to live.
I was getting better but then
My psychotic mate broke my will to live.

I feel miserable.
Rage rots the flesh from my bones.
I feel miserable.
Brain death defeats my purpose.
I feel miserable.
Derangement is doing it's best to impale my soul.
I want to die!

Is it because of rotted religion why I feel this way?
Is it the abuse and misery pounding my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of, adrift far from home.
I just don't care anymore, no I don't care.

My psychotic mate broke my will to live.
My psychotic mate broke my will to live.
My psychotic mate broke my will to live.
I was getting better but then,
My psychotic mate broke my will to live.

Is it because of rotted religion why I feel this way?
Is it the abuse and misery pounding my brain?
Or am I lost in tale of, adrift far from home.
I just don't care anymore, no I don't care.

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