this curse of a body

And this torture of a mind

Leading me closer to a coffin

im starting to think that it's a sign

maybe if I close my eyes

his voice won't echo anymore

maybe if I end my racing mind

I will have stopped it from the core

maybe god hates me because

I've been mean to myself

but this mind belongs to a sinner

and that's the only way it would be dealt

the body he touched

will fade from this world

my eyes will turn liquid

So I won't see him anymore

I won't dream, I won't hurt, I won't suffer

I won't have to listen to my own sadness's clatter

I will be free

of his promise to fix me

I remember, i held both of his hands

And he saw it in my eyes, he was my only chance

he was my god, my miracle, my hope that the world finally understands

but how could I believe I'd be set free

when I'm the prison?

and so he left like the change of a season

and now I'm cold

a corpse

a living dead among the living

a beating heart that barely works

I hope your god is more forgiving