The Old Dead Tree

Unrelenting

The Old Dead Tree


I can't hide 
Myself from this terrible 
Feeling of 
Frustration that finally 
led me out 
Of reality, leaving 
Me without strength. 
How can I face myself? 

It's growing 
Inside my mind 
A threat I can not define 

This strange feeling screams, 
Deafening as a Horn, 
Since the day I was born 

Shall I stop 
And try to face it 
Burning in stifling heat? 

I'm on my knees 
What the hell is that thing? 
It is unrelenting 

This is the sad story 
Of a boy in love with apathy 
But feel no mercy my friends 
The boy will ask for help until the end of time 

I'm feeling sad 
I'm feeling sick 
I'm feeling bad 
But I'm too weak to face this decline 

It is always by my side 
This feeling's driving me mad 
And now I can only implore 

But they don't want to give me the love I'm begging for 

In their eyes 
I can see 
The spite and the growing anger toward me 

But what else can I do for them? 
I do my best, it's true 

I'm not able to live on my own 
So please just leave me alone 
What the hell can I do for them 
If I don't feel ashamed? 

This is the sad story? 
Of a boy in love with apathy