Afterfall

Be sad, decieved and hit,
Keep suffering all out,
Remember your defeat,
And shut your painful shout.

There's no need to shed,
There's no need to waste,
You simply were condemned
To know this rotten taste.

Now, feeling like a stuff,
Enjoy the void within,
Inhaling bitter snuff
Of your delirious dream.

Now, laying on the floor
And turned all inside out,
Just try to check the score,
Just realize your fault.

And your narcotic dreams,
Injected by the pain,
That doesn't play, but wins,
Will prove the honour's vain.

Your heart is just a fake,
Don't try to pay the price,
The marvel you can't make
Won't be presented twice.

Now take this (deadly?) pill
To change the taste of pain
With no hope to heal...
And go to fall again.