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 puppet to those who seemed to have control over our lives

Fighting day after wretched day to gain back our pride

But in turn we got denied

Our hearts have been poisoned with hate

Desire for revenge against those who stole what we once called hope

We have acquired a distaste for the reminisce of our past

Only to 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

We hold sympathy for those just like us

We know they hold the same pain in their hearts

We are the survivors of a torment so bittersweet

Running around on the chess board as if it were a battlefield

Yet game after game we lose

Trying a different strategy every time

Never moving on to the next stage

In mending our wounds and repairing whats left of our hearts

Living in a world so cruel

Where spirits 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

What is there left to believe?

We can't truly believe that we 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