New Hell

I am feeling pain Flowing through veins is a toxic fluid I solemnly swear To hold the dark side in a broken shell Be there to witness When the echoes are fainting in hell Be there to suffer In this Holy hell I am holding pain responsible for hell Have I become a broken shell? I am spending days running from my mistakes Am I truly a broken shell? Hell has been good to me So I will live it by myself And run for it to catch me Have I lost everything? When she stepped out of my life Have I become a broken shell? Is it a truth I tell or my truth I repell? There is a picture in my head There is grieving and sorrow Only the echoes of a man I used to know There is a picture in my head There is grieving and sorrow Only the echoes of a man I used to know So step Into a new hell Covered by pictures of a stagnant man Inside a strife That beats to the rythm of the words that you should have screamed.