Suffering... I'm suffering...

When will this nightmare end, a landscape that is littered with the bones of the past

Will it be enough, that you’ve stolen from me and now you want to shatter my dreams

A thousand times you’ve raped me, denied me

Tried to crush me underfoot, and label me to be weak

Scarred me like a horrid surgery that went awry

And left me on the tree, to die, to rot and for all to see

Broken hearted, you’ve crucified me, impaled me and yet you’ve tried to pillage

The very soul that is pledge to bleed for you and die for you

When will it be enough?

If my nights were so peaceful, I dread to wake

If I could die now, I would

Just to escape you, because you sicken me and I hate you like a filthy whore

You’ve cheated me, caused me pain more than I ever knew it to be

Now you tell me to go quietly into that good night having stole my innocence a thousand times

Is that enough for you?

You’ve torn my heart, torched my spirit and tried to break into my mind

And yet, amidst my suffering, you can’t seem to take my will

So you try to take my body again and again

Push me to the limit, trying to motivate me, when you’ve taken my very breath

And left me to drown in the air I breathe as a fish out of water

When will you stop this madness?

Will you keep denying me what is mine?

You’ve scourged me, beaten me and all but put the crown of thorns on my head

And the nails in my hands and feet after I’ve staggered to my own Calvary

You dare not pierce my side nor break my legs, because I’ll remain defiant

So a thousand times, you’ve disemboweled my hopes

Beheaded my desires

Made impotent my conscious drive

When is it enough?

Can it be enough?

Why isn’t it enough for you?

And yet the demand to fight keeps going on

How can I keep going on in the moment?

Spare me the grave and send me to hell, for it is better than this, what you’ve done to me

You’ve stripped me of my dignity

Dazzled me of my free will

Raped me and took my courage

But you’ve given me to will to endure

And so I will amidst the suffering

Because I can die, and I will

But not before I return all that you’ve done a thousand times

But not before I can say you’ve suffered enough