Envy’s flame

🎶the fire of Envy joins with the river of Leathe. His weapon is a scythe and his music is his pain. The song of hell will begin again.

well, let's begin

yo!

Why does death only come to the lucky ones?

Why does the unlucky ones always want more?

I'm struggling inside like Jekyll and Hyde, battling each other every single day.

Hope in the morning and fear at night.

like a beautiful bird I want to take flight.

I feel like I'm pouring all of emotions,

but knowing myself, it's a drop in the bucket compared to the fucking ocean.

They say we are brothers to the end, but what if they decided to cut the blend?

Cut our friendship, cut our relationship, cut our emotional ribbon that binds us together?

You said you would die with me, but I want you to know,

You only have a glimpse of my feelings bro.

I want to say what I feel inside.

I know what I gotta do!

I know that we gotta bleed true!

but once it's done,

I'll say "no fun" but deep down, I'll be crying.

ya!

why do I feel so conflicted inside?

why do I have to hide what I feel inside?

I want to express how I fucking feel but it's locked inside like a VCR reel

and knowing that makes me want to cry.

I'm fucking scared that I will die!

I'm fucking scared that everyone will leave.

Leave me to cry my river of bloody tears of the people that have been killed.

I'm a coward. I talk the talk but don't walk the walk, I feel like I can't do anything right, I hide behind a facade of happiness, never telling people what I feel deep inside. 🎶