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Second is the Last


Sitting in my room
Theres no light, no way out
I used to beileive but now i'm all out
Wishing i would die, unable to gather myself
I carry the burden and pain
A fool i was, and still am
yrs have passed
The wax melts and drips like blood
the smell of vanilla drifts through the air
its cold, andd i'm tired
the candle is all out
as my soul departs
this was my last day
and at last i'm free to taste it
i no longer sit in my cold cell waiting for someone to rescue me
i have died and waited 20 yrs for you
but u never came back
but as i depart from my corpse
i see you once again
tears spring out of no where
but theres no happiness
you have killed me the second time
the second time is the worst
you sit there with another
smiling happily
i stay emotionless
this is the second time
the second and last
my heart and soul are ripped into shreds