Matthew Brooks - Faltline

As love becomes hate, and the words become fake,
I love you is a hollow phase used in the wrong way,
Pain becomes stronger, heartbreaks seem longer,
The world becomes your maze, finding love becomes a crave,
In search of piece of mind, exhaustion tends to leave you blind,

On the verge of giving in, you dig deep within your self and begin again,
The results are the same, though it's a new day, nothing has changed,
Hurt beckons, you're left with a million questions,
Answers you won't find, reaching for a gun, attempting suicide,
Then you realize, is it really worth it, taking your own life over something this stupid,

You close your eyes and begin to pray, the power of The Lord works in mysterious ways,
But still you cry, still you're alone, without love this house can never be a home,
The walls closing in, when does the hurt stop, and the healing begin,
You bite your lip, the tears fall and you scream to vent,

Lost within your self, a silent plea for help,
Tomorrow fades, the cold nights, the cloudy days,
One by one the senses shut down, a single heartbeat becomes a slow and steady sound,
Death knocks on the door, no thoughts cross your mind, heatbeat stops.......FLATLINE.


Forever Faithful
The Phantom

Matthew Brooks

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