Hollow Insanity / September 9 2015

i just can't stop, can't you see?

there's just something wrong with me

these actions repeated every night

too much of a weakling to think about the fight

addicted to blood and junkie of steel

sucked into the dark euphoric appeal

i'm a pathetic being, and don't give a f**k

maybe i'll die- if i have any luck

lost with no map in a life so unsure

gold wings heavy, for a being so unpure

a little known fact that's a secret to this date

i want to be loathed and have a need for hate

such a "pure" soul with ulterior motives

it's truly a wonder no one has noticed

pretty white dress, but blood drains the hem

wings, but still grounded, and halo is dim

i painted a mask for so many years

now no one can see my tears

so many scars i've hid behind

my heat is in pieces and impossible to find

empty mush of a hollow mass

i've no clue how this has come to pass

very complacent life has made me

by the cracking whip of tragedy

an empty beat from within

sanity and morals, wore so thin

torn between two sides of me

so how am i supposed to be?