Heartless

Heartless

Twisted 
Thoughts
Of hair being caught
In the depths of my mind
My eyes go dark
And the light in the heart
Fades as I put the pain on canvas
Paint the future, Atlantis 

Give up my soul for the words of above
No longer hold
Any weight on my mind 
And I don’t want to know
What awaits at the end of the line
I just want to serve my time

And be out of this prison
This bone ridden prison
This flesh ridden prison
This home for the living 
I’d rather stay decayed
And alone with the rhythm 
Then to spend another moment
Seeing ghosts in my vision
And every time I close my eyes
I see him cry with ambition

Book the flight and go high in the horizon
Land at her feet and on that haunted island

Open his chest and give her the prize
And watch her devour the love inside
Her hands grip the hourglass and steal his time
And she turns, and turns
He slowly dies
Until the corpse is left 
Just a heartless shell
Begging and screaming for hell