Cruel Symphony

[Instrumental] You laid sand upon you dearly departed An affliction struck you and left you half-hearted You begged it to be over, but oh no, it had just started Did you reckon it’s over just because they’ve parted? No, this emptiness will go on and the burden shall grow A salient ailment for you alone As he tries to remand and tries to atone To pick up the phone and call his friends But the call never connects, the caller never sends A message, he relishes to stay in his own depravity Locked in the confines of his sanctity Asking himself “why this was done to me” The darkness of his mind becoming his enemy As the voices bubble and gather so loud Mocking and judging in every sound “Just stay away”, you act out To those who approach, to those who try To care in your despair, then why Are your hopes not renewed? For I deduce this ruse you used Is an excuse you produced to confuse Those that care, to continue in your abuse Of yourself, to poison your mind And retreat into a person they wouldn’t find- -In Any semblance of the man they once beloved Now consumed in rage, a being corrupt A façade of bravado you raised to abrupt And halt the advancement of any aid For you have no need nor want to be saved You know whats at h To those who approach, to those who try To care in your despair, then why Are your hopes not renewed? For I deduce this ruse you used Is an excuse you produced to confuse Those that care, to continue in your abuse Of yourself, to poison your mind And retreat into a person they wouldn’t find- -In Any semblance of the man they once beloved Now consumed in rage, a being corrupt A façade of bravado you raised to abrupt And halt the advancement of any aid For you have no need nor want to be saved You know whats at heart and why you are depraved Of the softness of love and the tenderness of touch The warmth of kindness and all that such You once held dear is now smeared into dust Whilst you question your place and existence in life Counting the weights of your virtues and vice And glaring at your hands in spite For they failed you once, but will they fail you twice? Weighing the outcomes in grief and scorn Pain and sadness are all you’ve known Surely this life means something more?