This thing called life changes from good to bad. Where were the signs? I should have saw the signs. All my fears coming
to life. Disbelieve is my heart, for the road i have to take there's longsuffering and malaise. As my mind is in a daze. How would you feel if you lost your lover and mother in the same day. My father became addicted to sin’s nectar. While my brother became
distant. I had to become the glue to keep us together.

Now there’s a hurricane in the chamber.
A break in the barrier.
A world without a savior.
The time spent now wasted.
Love i have but tased.
Will it ever end?

It's been 2 years now since my world change. It seems like time doesn't help with the pain. Now and days my father
seems to love the nectar more than me. It seems to have consumed him, cause he’s not the man I once knew. For my body became the repercussions of his pain. Because the face i bare is the reflection of the pain. I started avoiding the mirror because we have
the same pain. Once a beautiful city is now destroyed by the outbreak of war.

Now there’s a hurricane in the chamber.
A break in the barrier.
A world without a savior.
The time spent now wasted.
Loved I’ve but tasted.
Will it ever end?

My brother lost his life to the streets. He stayed  out, partying, drinking, getting wasted. Whenever I see him
I can’t help but embrace him and beg him to stay. But he never does. Started popping the pills I found under his bed. Trying to sleep the pain away. Stole my dad’s bottle trying
to drink the pain away. But no amount of alcohol and drugs can take the pain away. I held my brother’s gun in my hand contemplating the end.

Now there’s a hurricane in the chamber.
A break in the barrier.
A world without a savior.
The time spent now wasted.
Love I’ve but tasted.
Will it ever end?

My brother busts in the door. The look on his face brought tears to my eyes, I dropped to the floor and cried. He asked me, “How did it get this far” I tried not to speak but the words came out. “You don’t know what he did to me”. He grabbed the gun a left me. That's when my father walked in the door stammering. All the screaming, shouting,
and cussing. I run out the room the gun pointed to my father’s chest. I screamed, “I Can’t Take This Anymore”. I grab the gun and held it up to my head and said “This is the end”.
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