Words he spoke so carelessly

The words from such desperation he spoke 
 

Wishing he was never alive 

 

But the words we speak he didn't know 

 

Can cast spells 

 

or will our inner most wishes

 

 into fruition 

 

Like he did that night 

 

They only need to be spoken with such meaning 

 

That we speak them from somewhere deep inside

 

And under the pale moon light

 

The words he had spoken

 

With such emotion 

 

From such depth

 

From the most broken and hopeless 

 

feelings he'd ever felt 

 

As he cried to the sky 

 

Wishing to the moon

 

God I just wish I'id die

 

Or better yet 

 

I wish I was never alive 

 

And It was subtle 

 

he would've never noticed

 

But in that moment

 

In the still of the night 

 

Came a breeze that gently blew 

 

And something in the air started changing too

 

Setting into motion 

 

His wishes and all things he had hoped as he had spoken 

 

We're about to come true

 

The leaves in the trees started to move 

 

And then it hit him 

 

It happen so fast

and I'n that instant 

 

He felt the strongest of feelings 

 

From within him

 

It was like nothing he'd ever felt before 

 

There was this disconnect 

 

He couldn't quit tell what it was he wasn't sure 

 

But it was already to late it had taken affect 

 

And he would quickly find out 

 

As he became filled with dread 

 

Fear trembled within him

And he'd soon regret 

 

That all of that in which he hoped and wished 

 

He never meant 

 

But all those hings he had spoken

 

They can't be unsaid 

 

And he instantly knew 

 

That feeling of disconnect he felt

Was actually a disconnect of self

 

And he realized 

 

that he was feeling the feeling

Of how it feels to be dead

 

But little does he know it gets so much worse

 

And at first 

 

He was no longer able to recognize who he is

 

He can't identify because of the disconnect 

 

And he begins to lose his identity 

 

A feeling of such loss is starting to consume his very being 

 

Questioning who am I if I'm not me

 

He becomes more and more llost 

 loosing himself 

 

Soon he will be consumed in this hell

 

And this is the cost 

 

Being cursed 

 

But all the things he hoped and wished 

 

He had got in the end 

 

And so much more 

It was more than hed bargained for 

To have to live so dead 

 

And never knowing yourself 

 

Ever again

 

To be a stranger to who you are

to feel a kind of lost

that couldn't feel more lost

 

And now he knows the meaning of hell 

 

Stuck in purgatory

he'll never get out 

 

He'll live just to die and die again 

 

This is the only feeling he will ever feel again

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