The knife in my chest...

There's a voice in my head,
It starts as a whisper...
Slowly growing louder, growling harder.
Through my eyes,
You see demise...
And I'm just not the same anymore.

What's the point of this life?
Why all the tests,
Who's getting a kick out of it?
If there is a god- he's laughing at me...
Setting me up for misery.

There's a knife in my chest,
Bleeding out my heart...
The blood is black as soot.
The cold sets in,
Changing the seasons of my life.
I'm waiting for the summer sun.

Why oh why did it leave?

Why oh why is it gone?

What the fuck have I become?