In trouble with my soul...

I am bothered with my soul
I am walking beside my shoes
Your questions pull and drag
A future which seduces
Don't let me breath

I am selling joy to pain
To convince that I am alive
I am feeding my own screams
With my thoughts so stupidly
Complaining with fear

In trouble with my soul
I am a story backwards told

I want to laugh at everything
But there are no laughter's left
I wave myself through the day
And I shout in empty rooms
Who made these rules?

In trouble with my soul
I am a story backwards told


(I saw deathwing today... looked cool :( )