Old Ways

Sick of all my old ways.
They're why id bled for days.
No one stays.

Alone and tormented by fear.
I feel the wheel but cant steer.
A fatal impact draws near.

I cant shake these thoughts.
The dead rotts.
Decaying in there plots.

My minds a jungle of hell.
Everything i taste has gone stale.
As if i drove christ's nail.

What i did to deserve this i dont know.
Cant you see this sorrow i show.
The seeds of guilt that grow.

This is all there is for me.
Taking in pain you made to be.
An illusion to feel free.