My throat hoarse but I can't scream anymore,
My fists bloodied against this damned floor,
But my mask is still safe,
I still have my own place,
It cracks and it shatters,
My feelings don't even matter,
Tears becoming blood,
I was never truly loved,
Piece by piece it falls,
Staining crimson on these walls,
My mask I worked so hard to seal,
Now being ripped and pealed,
I can't hide myself any longer,
Demons becoming my very own stalkers,
My place I worked so hard for,
Now a field of war.
