The aftershock

Sitting here swallowing my rage

Hoping that you wont turn the next page. 

The depth of hell has a special place for me

Next to demons and wraiths is where i will be

Through lies and deceit

From struggles to defeat. 

The shadows grow darker and pain is stronger

I plan to be in this world, only a little longer.

There is no light, and no hope of revival

Im just going to give to up with no chance of survival

So say fuck the world, and finish this bottle

Throw her in 6th and nail on the throttle.

Down this road that we call life

That stabs you in the back with a rusty knife

As the hill gets rough and steeper and steeper

The knife goes in deeper and deeper

Trying to beak but the lines are cut

You try to pull over but you hit a rut

As you recover you try to look back

At everything you had and the things that you lack.

The good the bad the undecided 

The life the wife that now are divided 

Try to be happy they once said 

As i rest amongst the dead

I cant explain it how i feel 

Its like a cut that will not heal 

But instead of blood it is my thoughts 

And when it leaves then it is lost.

Where it goes no one knows

Cause if you look at me it never shows.