The Thought of You

Just when I thought I was free from the depths of this hell that was created, I was wrenched back into the depths. With hope in sight, things can't be lost forever. As the memories of you burn me alive, I remember who I was then. The mind is such a beautiful thing to waste, too bad yours was a fucking wreck. I know your heart was stone, and I pray your lungs are too. I hope I can stand and watch you suffocate. The mind is such a terrible thing to waste, but mine has been burned away.