My soul an unspoken waste land 

Yearning for it to be heard 

Yet not willing enough to express itself 

A burning curse 

Tearing apart my sanity

Happiness being impossible to promise

The past is over but the future is near

When will change occur 

Will this curse obscure towards the past 

Or will it portray itself in the future

Haunting me like a ghost it whispers lies 

It whispers and whispers

A void so endless feeling suffocating 

Squeezing my chest to a pulp 

I wish I had the power to change 

The power for salvation

The death of this curse would be liberating 

I wish I had the power 

That non-existent power