I am right where my heart wants me to be

with those I love dearly

But why do my eyes fill still with thses salty tears

 Laying here tears flowing I look for an explanation

If this is where my heart is telling me to be

Then Why can't I let go of everything

That glues mr to the under belly of this life

 Why do images of bad memories flash inside my closed eye lids

 Good Enough By Amy Lee shudders in my head

Mysef distruction feeds off her every lyric

So I use it to punish myself forcing myself to beat myself esstem into a corner

Murdering any hope i endeavour to embrace in my crimsom stained hands.

Never letting happiness just carry my I just can't acept it

I must reamin in my rotting prision cell

Letting myself facture all the steps i have taken 

I free fall back into the tomb I have been constructing from my very first step

Now pouring the soil into my coffin i burry the wrong side of me

instead of the dark weak self distructive side I Murder the side that I fear I shall never be

Ending any hope I will ever be happy so I die watching the darker side to me

Laughting manically as it wins burying me in this tomb of my own creating