Twisted Methods

Falling backwards once again
Feeding silence to my friend
No more laughter
No more tears
All the remains
Is wrapped in fears
Slightly concussive
From the fall
On the floor
Is where the vodka crawls
Chasing sleep
As if I could find
Someway, somehow
To change my mind
My heart is longing
The soul is sold
Music's grasp
Has taken hold
Burn my flesh
Taste my blood
Along comes the structure
Before the flood
Empty my heart
Let it bleed
For without love
It serves no need
Lifeless corpse
Waiting to rot
I have given
All that that I got
Like it, hate it
Watch it die
This perception
Is through my eye
One is useless
So I don't see
Why the constant
Staring at me
Ignore me now
Let me fade
I was not
Supposed to be made