As a child I had no choice
other than be imprisoned with two mad adults...
"Imagine oblivion.", he said to me,
With a dead stare of blackness in his eye...
I climb onto my balcony,ever so slow,
taking off my silken black gown...
The Darkness in my soul is always there
No concrete form invisible like air...
Moon light
As bright as the sun...
I think I'm standing in a garden at night
The distant stars provide the only light...
Have I not breathed the very air
that shouted once of freedom shared...
I thought I had made it out
The other side...
I will not die of suffocation
with guilt pressing against my chest...
With these cards life dealt, I fold
Easier to die than live in a world so cold...
It's like a lie that you continue to tell
Always pretending every thing's going well...
Locked away in a box
that i keep hidden behind my heart...