Oh dismal world you have me flung
into the deepest pile of dung...
Don't ask me why and don't ask me how.
I'm leaving you all now...
How many times must stars fall upon you
in the coming tide of ones lost in truth...
Upon the reign of darkest night
You strangle out the morning light...
Frenzy fists pound against the door,
hoping...
So here I lay, frost and bitter;
Only dreams, hopes shall glitter...
As a child I had no choice
other than be imprisoned with two mad adults...
The Darkness in my soul is always there
No concrete form invisible like air...
Have I not breathed the very air
that shouted once of freedom shared...
I will not die of suffocation
with guilt pressing against my chest...
Locked away in a box
that i keep hidden behind my heart...
I envy the dead
Because they don't feel the pain...