Countersinking the last nail
cannot stand this pain
is this the sense of desire
or is it just the price?
maybe a glance of better days
words are still able to tear me up

and still i hope to catch this dream tonight
so i step down once again
into the cave of my inner-self
passing all the dark memories
that try to cloud my eyes
by diluting the lines once so clear

somehow it begins to
in a way it always did
to draw the curtain
over my pictures of you

so here i am once again
beaten down and rejected
watching myself from outside
the failure that is me
try to overcome
try to turn it back
balancing reasons in an unbalanced world

why do i hate to love myself
and what is the force that
denies to be honest to myself

maybe my life has reached a point
where i should decide whether i
choose the cure or the disease
where all lines are drawn
and bitterness seems to be a potential fellow
i am sick of torturing myself
sick of all the beatings
tonight this will come to an end
overcome
overcome

this is
for the
unloved
greetings
fuck