I lost the ability to write to today.
The anger and hatred washed it away.
So here are the words I cannot say:
I’m a failure
I cannot write
I cannot rhyme
I have no hope
I’m basically out of time
So what’s the point of going on?
All melody has left this heart
And all that’s left is me
A shattered man
Broken where he stands
And he knows it’s hopeless to try and go on
But something just keeps him on that path
Something wants him to go through God’s wrath
Is it destiny or is it love?
Is it fate or is it some angel up above?
No one can know and no one can see
Except for the king: The one who bleeds.