* Tortured Soul*

Feeling like I'm teetering on the edge of a cliff

Slowly my body goes rigid, my nerves grow stiff

The world starts spinning completely out of control

The mistakes of past are slowly taking their toll

One by one they parade before my eyes

It's true what they say the past never truly dies

I squeeze my eyes shut silently willing the memories away

Constantly fearing that today may be the day

The day it all finally comes unreapirably apart

Finally shattering whats left of my fragile heart

I make it hour after hour to the end of the day

A false sense of security saying everything will be okay

Suddenly the world goes completely pitch black

Laughing at the peace that I constantly lack

When the sun rises the torture begins again

Proving once more that agony is my only friend.