Torn

Torn
Torn
Demonik

Played With,
As If We Were Toys
In Some Elaborate
Cruel Game

Will It End At All
Will It End All Together?
Maybe it will all stay the same.

Tortured,
As if Worthless Lives
In a worthless state
Of Pointless existence.

Will it end at all,
Will it end all together
Nothing Lasts Forever.

Who Does Know?
Who Does Care?
How We Will Live?

All That Matters
To The Crowd
Is The Show That We Give

Who does Know?
Who Does Care?
What Tomorrow Will Say.

None The matter.
Only is dread
To last another day.

Torn,
Mended Only to be torn again
Weak, Like a failing hand
Reached out for help
but slammed back down.

When Will It End
Been so long
Such a travesty
Worn Thin By Time

Tormented Souls
Tempted Tortured
By a Higher force
Inside our minds.

Who Will say?
Those magic words
That will finally free our souls?

Or are we doomed
To live our lives
Torn, and Torn Again