Perpetual Misery Storm Lyrics

Creeping into another state, unable to escape. Run, hide, destiny still finds a way to drag you down in its lies. Lies. False cries. One more day of this misery would bring me to my knees, suffocating. Decimated by hearing the voice of reason constantly thrown to the wind. Beg them to stop, to cease this destructive pattern. Destroying themselves and myself in the process. I cannot sleep. Cannot sleep, can't imagine their brain functioning worse than this on a daily basis. Drain what's left of their will into a pipe. Injecting death is their way to escape this pain. Bleeding to breathe, cursing the sky. Cursing the sky. Vain. Kill themselves with their choice poison, stone cold. What is this, never wanted this, never asked for this, constantly wishing that I was dead. Living for the end of days which never seems to come. (My past is a puzzle, like a broken mirror, as I piece it together, my image keeps shifting.) If there was ever a reason to pray, this would be it. A desperate please for help to stop this pain from reoccurring. Sore, bled, exhausted, dead. Can't take anymore of the suffering. Those that I love and my mental strain. Preparing myself for the end of what I never really wanted. Quick death, painless, fearless. In hindsight, this should not be reality. Bothered with others is my downfall. In time I would either into the earth, never knowing what we could have been, it doesn't really matter now. What could have been, could have changed, could have been so different. Why did we chose to contain, to become so distant. Doesn't matter now, we're all dead, inside our dominion. So sad to know once we were part of positive visions. Living for the end of days which never seems to come. If there was ever a reason to pray, this would be it. A desperate plea for help to stop this perpetual misery storm