Its pleading me
Bleeding me
Feeding me all its pain,

Im making it,
Faking it,
Taking it into my brain,

Its rotting away inside me,
Its rotting away beside me,

Its holding my cold hands,
And its leading the way,
To where the dark stands,
Inside the shadows archway,

Until the storm seals the sky,
Beating me deeper into the dirt,
Still holding my hand it will lie,
Telling me that, here it won't hurt,

I know it will burn worse than ever,
I know that I will be blind to it,
And wishing that I could be clever,
I sit and close my eyes for a bit,

But the sting is still there,
Eating away at my mind,
Wondering why you didn't care,
Why you left me behind,
Why you left me for the dark to find.