The Decomposition Of Feeling

Peel back the plastic mask that I wear to hide my face from this cruel world, <br>plunge into these empty sockets and set your eyes upon my broken will.<br>These flames have long been extinguished, <br>but sometimes the memories re-ignite the hate I hold for you, <br>so listen closely and you`ll hear the old ghosts calling your name from the gave, <br>it`s as quiet as a whispered word, <br>as silent as the snow falling from the branch of a willow tree.<br>And if this winter ends, you can find me when he ground thaws, <br>six feet under ground with my eyelids sewn shut.