one, two, three, four...
how many can i take?
deal with one issue and the next lands on my door
relationships are like quicksand
i gasp for breath as they suck me in
its funny in a morbid way
the astral self watches the flesh writhe in pain
unrequited love beckons with a woeful song
the heart wrenches itself out from its cage of bones
while the bloodless body lies limp on the ground
the mangled mind screams silently
there's no happily ever after to eagerly wait for
the tragedy of love lost morphs into the horror of the ensuing pain
i watch, i wait...i hear the shreiks of demons
as they swoop in on my soul
the mangled mind cries out once more
