Under the Surface — The Haunted

Desensitized. A living scar. The Painful darkness shrouds my mind.

I've gazed into my deformed self: Tormented and set ablaze.

Under the surface – there are wounds that never heal. Under the surface – where the demons take control.

So numb and cold. A living void. Strife, fight, regain control to end this agony.

I've gazed into my deformed self: Tormented and set ablaze. Cannot ease this pain called living.

Something inside me has died. I succumb to the pain. Fighting this long-lost battle. Struggling in vain.

Something within me has died. I succumb to the dark. Drain the life blood from my veins, Ease this pain called living