SURROUNDED BY MADNESS

GOOD THINGS COME TO THOSE WHO WAIT

Alone I wait
at Hell's rusted gates
Gazing into crimson clouds
Screaming winds, the only sound

Taking a deep breath
Could be the last before my death
So many ways to die
yet, here I am, still alive

Figures that I'm the only one
waiting for the gift from Reaper's gun
You might call me crazy
but this is my only reality

Anger rushes through me
Knowing my soul can never be free
In my constant state of misery
I defeat the purpose of true mortality

The screaming winds don't bother me as much
I've grown to accept the gates rusted touch
Waiting to die is my only destiny
Some might call it a twisted dream,
but its the only one that I can see