weight

Im carrying the weight of the world, alone in this fight. and i fear these blood shot eyes, will never see the light. A soul so tormented, my dreams i cannot hide, For the game of life is painful, to rules we must abide. So dark is my mind, i see nothing now. And at deahts feet, even the innocent shall bow. Tell me the point? to keep on with this battle To be but a number a heard the human cattle. When at the end, death is all we know so whats the point in living? its the devils favourite show.