New Hell

I am feeling pain
Flowing through veins is a toxic fluid
I solemnly swear
To hold the dark side in a broken shell
Be there to witness
When the echoes are fainting in hell
Be there to suffer
In this Holy hell
I am holding pain responsible for hell
Have I become a broken shell?
I am spending days running from my mistakes
Am I truly a broken shell?
Hell has been good to me
So I will live it by myself
And run for it to catch me
Have I lost everything?
When she stepped out of my life
Have I become a broken shell?
Is it a truth I tell or my truth I repell?
There is a picture in my head
There is grieving and sorrow
Only the echoes of a man I used to know
There is a picture in my head
There is grieving and sorrow
Only the echoes of a man I used to know
So step
Into a new hell
Covered by pictures of a stagnant man
Inside a strife
That beats to the rythm of the words that you should have screamed.