Texter

When you reach the limit of pain noone should have to bear

All the scars on the back bleeding by deep old wounds

Bleeding dry so that empty of blood I fear

Bitten and dragged like by a pack of hounds

This goes on for days, like a never ending nightmare

Still it feels so real, just like I was right there

Confused when waking up, destroyed during the day

Regaining consciousness at night, loose it all somehow

Burning up, freezing down, fire in soul, zero in heart