Life Goes On

Hate has it's target thyself be it's name;
Now in the hour of darkness I know my roll.
My place is to forever be without;
Torture is the only friend I have now.
Here is my oath to my friend;
In me he shall always have an object.
One to beat, one to bleed.
I will always welcome his company;
For he is all I have.

Alone I sit again, no one see's me.
Time will come soon for him and I to dance again.
In the end it all ends the same;
Me black and blue, and with all the shame.
My own thoughts betray me for I fear him not the least;
I welcome my friend and his fists of rage.
Or maybe we might raise the bar once more;
To a darker end, but I've failed my part eight times hence;
It seems a waste of time.

I have no joy left only pain comes for me;
This is getting old and so am I.
Why does it always come to this?
Why must I always lie?
To say I care and mean not a word;
To say I will stop and know I won't.
Too many times they have seen it return;
Seen me turn, seen me burn, seen me bleed.
There is nothing new in these deeds.

No one will stop my pain;
I will not let them, for it is all I have.
Alone again, never will it change;
For here until my final days.
I know no one cares to hear;
This is, but my own account.
Of things that have no meaning;
Things that have no place.
At the top of that list is me;
And my life for what it's worth.

By: Brad Campbell
May 24, 2003