Idle Hands

Shadows Fall

Just a word all it takes to set it off

Uncontrolled all restraint has been lost



Absorbing more than I can stand

Of these self defeating unreal demands

Giving into frustrations command

The devil makes good use with idle hands

Overwhelming desire to react



I am too far gone forever turning back



Looking for something to lash out at



Turning inward it is myself that I attack



The anger grows inside everyday

Unquechable I have become my own prey



From where has this rage been spawned?

Been building deep inside for far too long

Forgotten memories buried and hidden

creating my own emotional prison



Can it be that i have lost?

Control of my actions and my thoughts