lost inside a cut connection
absent from feeling reality
walking away from the crowd
there eyes following me
my life and memories
written in a book of morbid
held in a place i cant see
read by blind spirits
defending what they show
to the unnamed prisoners
there untold legend
stealing my oxegen

why? has false love stolen...
the only memories of love
printing them on billboards
singing to there death
cant the gaurdians
leave in the cold dark
the demon waiting for me
to take me to a place
where they cant find
whats left for my vacancy
his cold eyes hidden
behind the black shadow
created as an illusion
self created from rejection
his twisted sadness
lies underneath his hood...

my seperation from them
is only followed and raped
sleeping under my bed
so they can never find me
hiding since a day of stain
cutting the softness in my heart
more things I can reject
the more i can hide from
behind my soul...-No Heart

(sorry for spelling)

Great. I felt an immense connection to this one.