my tired min

deep in the shadows of my tired mind
down into the shallows of my pain
I look into the Misty depths
And see i remain in Chains

my soul stands at the window
and the images I see won't pass
the visions I've seen linger
and has carved a nitch of darkness
in my heart

I placed my hand upon the mirror
and felt the touch of pain
through the glass
the sensation of bitter suffering
burned my flesh

a low raspy whisper or hum
is heard in the rythme
of such a sorrowful melody
I paused and realized
it was my own cries I heard
I tried to pull away
but I've already imprinted
my soul with damage

draining the life right out of me
my head hurts as it pounds
at my temples
I'm so tired now
but fear keeps me awake