My heart carries heavy pain,
in which has no solution.
Memories are the barrel,
and time is the trigger.
The more mere seconds I lose,
the greater the pain I hold.
For thou, I have made my superiors make hollow faces,
which spite me into a dark place,
with the lone monster that cries,
while it rips me to shreds.

When the answer blossomed;
in my eyes, I saw the concept of living.
Life is a treadmill that doesn't stop,
which leads to a fire,
and makes you into scrap,
for others to use.

All in all, I must live.
All in all, I must suffer.
All in all, I must remember.
All in all, I must forget.
All in all, I must forgive.
All in all, I must bear a grudge.

For thou, I do not exist.
I am dead to thee.
In the end;
all I can do,
is be haunted by your remembrance.