Failures Yard

Whitechapel – Mark Of The Blade

Cold heart.

Feets apart. 

Woken up sharp. 

Terrified with the dark. 

Inside the past.

Voices mark. 

Failures yard. 

 

Snort the line. 

Prepare for the ride. 

Depressed by night. 

What to fight. 

Anxiety might. 

Leave me like. 

To surely hide. 

From my own life. 

 

Addicted again. 

What to blame. 

Your choices remain. 

Uncertain to shame. 

Falling from hate. 

Drug craves. 

Blades. Blades.

Mark yourself or fail. 

Another cut to relieve the pain. 

 

Cold heart.

Feets apart. 

Woken up sharp. 

Terrified with the dark. 

Inside the past.

Voices Mark. 

Failures yard. 

Files of depair.

No one to repair. 

None seems fair. 

Dont you dare. 

Feel & crave. 

Pick up the gear. 

 

Loose the mind. 

Trying to find. 

Whats hidden behind. 

Surely not shines. 

Not at all bright. 

Deep dark nights. 

Losing all the fights. 

 

Fully relapsed. 

Never felt that has,

Happiness brand. 

So kill the jazz. 

Stamp the batch. 

Leave a match. 

Self harm dance. 

 

Reduce all of it. 

Nothing seems to refine anything.

Cutting pieces. 

Left and deleted.

Will to get defeated. 

Again performed to feel it. 

Cold heart.

Feets apart. 

Woken up sharp. 

Terrified with the dark. 

Inside the past.

Voices Mark. 

Failures yard. 

Written by P.S 

 

 


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