here he comes,
quietly and quickly,
feeling my anguish,
my sorrow,
my hatred.
i cant stand this feeling of lonliness
it drives what little there is left of me insain
there is no escape from the thoughts
from the images
there is no way to remove the mask
i have to find a way
but im shrouded in shadows and darkness
no one to save the pour
unfourtunate souls. 
no on to care for me
my tears run endlessly
my breath comes shallow
my blood runs slower
there is no way to save me.
there is no reason to either...
just let me die,
dont pretend that you care
i know none of you do
or ever have
or ever will