Sight of a tired Soul

Life won´t let me sleep
`Cause the cuts cut in deep
It keeps me up winding in pain
As I feel all my life will be in vain

Because never have I wanted it
But would nobody ask
Do you want to die a little bit...
Or wander always with a mask?

So I was forced to hide
The ugly truth from head to toe
But never will I be able to strive
For money fame or maybe a doe

My dynameis is rotten dead
And I bleed these lines at night
For they are the fight in my head
Against my apathys´ might

Father death my savior
Is not a kind one to need
He won´t play any favor
Until he has to heed

The end of the misery
That others are calling life
Then I can stop my trickery
And all my inner strife

I´m tired but can never sleep
Until the cuts venture too deep
When the reaper collects my soul
On that day I will finally feel whole

When I can rid me
Of this cruel maskerade
I´ll be at last allowed to be
But sadly will I immedeatly fade.