Hate upon my own self for there is nothing, see?
A body wasted in decay for that all who see flee
I dare not have my heart beat like before as I once had
A life that only cared for pleasure and only made me mad
Devastated paths lay in ruin right before my feet
The arches that were once my mind collapsed in utter heap
My body bended, broken, unmended lays in the streets
A street shrouded in broken glass and bitter memories
Broken dreams, rusty things and bloody rags you'll see
On the very path that I once took, can you really start to flee?
Look past all those broken buildings and up at the very top
You'll see my body tied up high and hanging from a knot
Although my heart no longer beats, my eyes shall stare down
From the hill I hang on top, my face creased in a crimson frown
Run away from what has gone, a cry so loud and sound
For the wind shall blow my memories through this old forgotten town