GONE

Stick me with pins, peel away my skin
Pluck out my eyes. I can't stand to see you die
Dark skies have followed me into this hollow tree
Memories of moonlit nights replaced by this hopeless plight

An angel with tattered wings. To me I hear you sing
What's become is unjust. I shuffle through your lonely dust.
A fire that cannot quit, upon hell's throne I must sit

All I do is scream at night. It's a silent fight
For you now, there's nothing right
And to you I say, goodnight