a stress fully disturbed mind
how terrible
as it eats away my soul
leaving the flesh with a hole
i try to break free from this spiritual bondage
this spiritual dungeon
of the soulless children that have lost their ways

every time i try to escape
the thorns that have encircled my heart
sink deeper ans deeper
draining all the life force out of my body
i stand and watch
as my soul drifts away
waving goodbye with a smile
because it no longer feels the pain

the floor i stand on is wet
wet of the blood that drips out of my heart
crying seems useless
because my voice echoes in this room with no exit

locked up in this dimension
as the real world doesn't notice the cry
the cry of a dying man

finally I'm no longer living
but but the real world lives on saying
that I'm still alive
no wonder they say that, because this is spiritual suicide

only those with spiritual eyes can see my death....