The Power of Words
Cut straight through my heart,
And torture all my wounds,
For as empty as they are that would be a start
Pick apart my soul
And shatter my sanity
Neither of which are whole
Feast upon my pain
And torment my desires
Until there is nothing left to gain
Kill my only mind
And pick apart my life
Leaving nothing left to find
You have torn apart my brain
And ended my desires
Now I feel no pain
And torture all my wounds,
For as empty as they are that would be a start
Pick apart my soul
And shatter my sanity
Neither of which are whole
Feast upon my pain
And torment my desires
Until there is nothing left to gain
Kill my only mind
And pick apart my life
Leaving nothing left to find
You have torn apart my brain
And ended my desires
Now I feel no pain