Tortured Soul

Hanging by a noose
In the bottom of my might

Feeling all the woe
And weeping of my sight

Things are getting darker
Nothing here is bright

It's at this time
When nothing's fine
I'd rather not have light

A raging fever rolling near
stealing all my pity

I am so deaf I cannot hear
The sound here is too grimly

But it's the thumping
Of that noise
That gives me
So much pleasure

The rope that hangs me
Finds its end
There's nothing left to measure

The bomb's been dropped
So run away
If you want
Your life spared

And after
My destruction
You wonder how I cared

Well, I do inside
But it must hide
Right here beside my corpse

Under the ground
Without a sound
Looking for its source

When I know
that it exists,
Maybe this
Will stop

But, why lie
To myself,
When I like
Sounds of sobs?