Tormented - Black Mask

Tormented, it goes on every day.

I struggle to grasp if misfortune will pass.

I close my eyes, and slip away.

Swallowing, my concern, my essence of being,

I’ve been cast out, forsaken, forgotten.

I let my anguish devour me.

My way out.

Forsaken forgotten this can not be true,

I’ll let my hatred devour you.

I am digging my own grave.