I m in pain

I sold my soul to my yesterday I never feel I could pass thru another day Will it come and make feel that I could heal my wounds so deep and stop my weeping? Like the dove that washes away the pain...

The killing is a mean rots in the pain Fight for the fear of rights The time is set scream for the help Fly thru the darkest nights The peeling is the skin rotting the soul Hailing for the chosen son...