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Pain, evading times and age

Tattooed on my soul so many times

The needle has torn through

Scattering into a million pieces of me

Too small to collect

Feeling the sting of sweat
Or maybe tears

Waiting impatiently on the countless fears

Flying forward at the speed of light

But they are strongest at night

When the world goes to bed

They feast on the blood they've shed

Feeding on the agony they bring forth

Obliterating all sense of worth

Soon nothing is as important as stopping the hurt.

Inside, outside... Layered in dust, blood and dirt

With eternity I begin to flirt

Stripped of my dreams
Robbed of all hope.