The dreams of the broken are scattered and grey
Littered with contempt, they are my undoing for the duration of my days
Emotionally penniless in a mindfield of irreverent decay
Inebriated on an emptiness that impoverishes my soul.

I have alotted you far too much undeserved power
This rotting in my spirit exists only in the confines of my mind
Under lock and key, by the supervision of the reflection in the mirror
When I damn you to hell, it is only I who wallows here forever.

Taken to a place I never wanted to be
Nor should I be made to dwell here
Inside the shadows of the suffering you call life
A torture chamber befitting the crushingly broken and emptiest of souls
Burdened by this haunting in the forefront of eternity
Made to suffer because of my unending love that rots in me for you.