Confessor The Stain
today I lost my will to live it simply spilled out on to the floor next to the pile of broken dreams I didn't notice till I saw the stain I didn't feel it trickle out of my soul (because I feel nothing) pain had been my dearest friend it was always there for me when my dreams crumbled now I'm left in this horrible sea of numbness without any hope there is no need for pain so, now I have nothing I think I died awile ago
