It seems to be my
destiny in life
to feel the cut in
my soul from a
cold steel knife.
Where it all began,
I don't know.
What the fuck does it
matter anyway?
Pain has made itself a home
and I can't seem to get away.
Darkened streets, city lights
I smell the fear in the air tonight.
I should be laying warm
and tender in some loving arms,
yet I give in to Satan's charms.
Wrapped around my neck,
I feel the serpent.
I even know it's fucking name.
To you this may seem disturbing,
but it's my life I'm doomed to never change!
I hear a song on my radio.
It reminds me of you.
It makes me remember
how good it was when we were two.
No more!
Time, time, fucking time has
taken this damn soul of mine.
You walked out.
I'm sentenced to life.
You were the judge and jury.
Life in solitary.
Life in solitary Hell.
Sometimes I dream of you
each time I wake to find
that you've been gone
a long, long time.
You left with my soul.
With my soul.

hay jim that was varry good and sounds so much like me