CreedFeed Community - He Can Make the Call-Credit also to Mr. Seeker

I don’t feel like writing and I’m so sick of fighting. Life doesn’t feel like anything anymore, and I cant help but want something more.
I try to find my way as I cry through countless tears.
Through all the hate you put on me, I can’t erase all these fears
You shoved all your weight on me and now it’s making me crumble
As I try to walk tall and proud I stumble
I need to find a place I can go, somewhere far away from here. Where I don’t have to face all my fear
All this fear that’s been haunting me for way too long
Cant take this place, I'm done with it, I’m gone

To the copper flames below I fall.
Down to the pit of treacherous burden and scarlet glare.
Let the maroon blood fall from my ivory skin, as my bloodshot eyes no longer stare.
For I can't do this anymore and everything you did to me made me fall to my oblivion.
Satan's bloody gate is open and ready for me to stop my bawl,
Ready for me to give in and let it all be his call.

I'm gone, I'm done.
Can't take this place,
The weight you placed on me made me crumble.
Down to my oblivion,
Forced to face all my fears.
I can't shift all these gears,
So I will stop my bawl,
And I will fall,
So only the dark soul of vileness himself can make the call.

Mr. Seeker wrote some of this too, so please acknowledge him for the talent. :)