
The Promise of Agony
You  tell  me  what  will  become  of  us?
Are  the  lines  so  drawn  and  the  stage  so  set,
That  as  we  age  what  remains  is  burdened  sufferance?
My  mortality  looms  in  its  visage  is  doom,
And  it's  speaking  to  me  alone.
The  years  will  unfold  but  what  is  the  use?
In  solitude  I'm  left  to  atone.
The  sins  of  my  past  are  returning  to  gnaw  at  my  core,
The  scars  I  have  left  and  those  that  have  been  left  on  me.
My  purpose  in  life,  is  it  unfair  to  assume  I  have  one?
I'm  not  fooling  myself,  what  now  awaits  is  a  nightmarish  end.
What  I'm  saying,  do  you  understand?
Do  you  know  what  it's  like  to  feel  inadequate?
And  the  future  ahead  has  no  place  for  you,
As  if  you  ever  thought  it  did...
Alone  in  my  shell,  if  I  come  out  I'll  die,
I  don't  want  to  escape  though  I  should.
No,  just  leave  me  alone,  *i  don't  want  your  help!!!  *
Yeah,  if  you  could  ease  my  pain  you  would...  (right!)
No,  you  don't  even  know  me!
And  your  words  of  comfort  fall  upon  deaf  and  frightened  ears,
I  lament  my  bitter  fate,  lachrymation  upon  examining  my  fears.
I've  built  a  fortress  around  my  soul,  impregnable  the  door,
I  refuse  to  admit  you  to  my  netherworld.
You're  correct,  I've  absolved  my  self-control,
This  spiraled  course  depression  has  me  on.
Agony!
I'm  a  study  in  despair,  domineered  by  the  promise  of  agony!
And  the  happiness  is  bound,  and  the  hopelessness  is  found.
I'm  in  agony!!!
Can't  you  understand,  despondency  commands  my  agony!
And  I'm  waiting  to  die  alone...
As  I'm  drowning  in  a  sea  of  abused  visions  and  shattered  dreams,
A  chilling  descent  into  a  phobic  hell,
Insanity's  blade  performs  it's  correctional  surgery.
Impending  doom  in  this  blackened  room,  I  can  give  this  all  away.
It's  all  so  easy  to  capitulate,  nothing  is  making  me  stay...
Retreating  within  and  hiding  behind  my  wall.
Dealing  without,  there's  no  escape  from  this  moribund  state.
Awaiting  deep  sleep,  we  don't  care  if  I  don't  wake.
In  darkness'  hands  though  terrified,  I  feel  safe.
I  don't  fit  into  the  scheme  of  things!
These  years  as  an  outcast  are  quickly  wearing  thin.
My  carefree  days  are  a  thing  of  the  past,
And  I  welcome  the  fact  that  I'm  coming  to  an  end.
Melancholy,  my  bride,  I  devote  unto  thee,
My,  breath,  my  mind  and  my  soul.
As  silence  washes  over  me,  I've  never  been  so  tired,  so  cold...
Confusion  seizes  unto  me,
Manacled  and  beaten,  chained  up  by  it's  frozen  vice.
This  is  killing  me,  but  my  mind  is  set,  and  I'm  too  weak  to  fight.
Have  you  any  idea  what  it's  like  to  want  to  die?
Then  you  will  know  from  where  I  speak.
This  winter  in  my  soul,
This  winter  in  my  soul...
Agony!
I'm  a  study  in  despair,  domineered  by  the  promise  of  agony!
And  the  happiness  is  bound,  and  the  hopelessness  is  found.
I'm  in  agony!!!
Can't  you  understand,  despondency  commands  my  agony!
And  I  want  to  be  left  alone...
Yet  again,  I  have  no  answers,
The  confusion  of  my  fate  takes  it's  toll.
Symbolically  speaking,  what's  another  life
That  lists  "ending  itself"  as  its  one  and  only  goal?
I've  examined  my  options  and  I  see  nothing  in  my  sight,
Is  there  an  avenue  I've  yet  to  explore?
As  of  now,  I'm  decided  I  have  nothing  to  live  for...
Defeated,  alone,  yet  you  laugh  at  the  state  I'm  in!
I  can't  help  what  I  am,  but  you  think  this  is  all  in  my  head.
I'm  not  asking  for  help,  but  I  want  you  to  understand,
That  I'm  going  away,  you  guess  if  I'm  coming  back.
You  wish  I  had  a  will  to  live?
This  condition  I'm  in  didn't  happen  overnight.
I've  hated  myself  for  an  eternity,
Now  I  finally  feel  that  I'm  doing  something  right.
As  darkness  descends  I  behold  the  candlemass,
I  seek  intimacy  with  death.
Again,  you're  correct,  these  feelings  will  pass,
When  my  memory  is  all  you  have  left.
My  life  has  metamorphosed,
Into  a  marriage  of  the  twisted  and  macabre.
I'm  sitting  here  now  feeling  the  effects  of  my  words,
Trying  to  see  a  reason  why  I  should  go  on.
I  have  to  wonder,  do  I  still  believe  in  god?
'cause  god  no  longer  believes  in  me.
I  lay  myself  down  for  my  final  peace,
I  welcome  death,  my  spirit  is  free...
Agony!
I'm  a  study  in  despair,  domineered  by  the  promise  of  agony!
And  the  happiness  is  bound,  and  the  hopelessness  is  found.
I'm  in  agony!!!
Can't  you  understand,  despondency  commands  my  agony!
And  I'm  pleading  to  die  alone...








