What joy is there in this curse?
What are we if not slaves to this torment?
Our souls dispatched, stolen against our will
We were only but puppets to those who seemed to have control of our lives
Fighting every wretched day to gain back our own will
But still
Our hearts have been poisoned with hate
Desire for revenge against those who have stolen what we used to call “hope”
We have acquired a distaste for the reminisce of our past
To only endure the coming of our future
Never knowing what it holds
Yet we still hang on when all we had was stolen
Remembering never forgetting
Pushing ourselves to hold sympathy to those just like us
Because we know they hold the same pain in their hearts
After all they lived for has been torn apart
We are the survivors of a torment so sweet
Only we know what it’s like to live life knowing nothing will ever be the same
Game after game we lose
Trying a different strategy every time
But still we never move on to the next stage
In repairing our souls and mending what’s left of our so called hearts
What part of us do you think actually cares anymore?
Because I can certainly tell you this
We only care to the certain point as to where we actually have a chance
To survive in a world so cruel
Where souls are broken and hope is diminished
What is there left to do
When all you can do is walk that lonely road
Fear in your eyes
Basking in those glorious lies
One after another they were thrown around and we believed them
Now…we don’t believe anything
We can’t truly believe that we actually have a place in this world
That we can actually make it when all but doubts were given to us
The forsaken…
The wretched…
The unholy…
The broken…
Our lives themselves have spoken…