The pain, the pain, when will it end?
When does it go away?
Darkened thoughts surround my mind.
Memories of other times,
Dancing in the devils den.
With no end in sight.
Bringing out the fears in me -
The fears of living soberly
So quietly I scream.
Silently I scream for help,
Never knowing where to turn to,
Who to ask for help.
Visions of eternity spent rotting in this
Challenged state of mind.
Worried I'll say "screw it pass the line".
Running out of time, I drastically suppress
The fears that I've repressed,
To live out life surrounded by a lie.
Chapters of my life, a book with coffee stains
The same as longing for my pain.
Fairy-tale's for you, like needles are for me.
Look upon that family that quietly sets me free.
Distorted thoughts of emptiness -
I carry on in pain.
Damn it man!
I grab ahold of my condition,
Wondering when it is that you will listen,
Wrap around my sound decision,
Take my conscience to the grave.
Our own destruction we will save,
For heaven's sake man clear your mind.
For reasoning you've found,
We're running out of time.
I'm running out of time.

© C.L. Krigbaum