Soul

You're back again to collect me; my darlings - Misery, dear Agony and sweet Apathy
I'll fetch my bags as you escort me off to some corner where it all seems far more frightening
But fear is not what frightens me half as much as the chance that I might fail

I've searched my soul and found that I - I can't go on
I can go on, no more.  I can go on, no more
I can go on like this, no more

Do you recall when things still mattered?
Was there hope before we turned into hopeless monsters?
I had a heartbeat then, do you remember?
I was full of something living, rather than the stagnant embers of a once exquisite flame

Honestly, I don't recall if emotion is even something I still want feel at all

You're back again to digress with me; my darlings - Misery, dear Agony and sweet Apathy
Unpack your bags stay awhile - for nowhere you can lead me could be any more frightening