All these things inside me twisted and turned
Blackened and ruined by being burned
Im shriveling and dying on the inside
Overflowing by giant waves from life's tide
All these things inside makes me want to cry
But I'm dried out like a deserted desert
I have thorns and needles cutting my heart
I'm numb to pain it's sorrow that hurt
I'm screaming inside I'm stuck in between
So many thoughts and images flowing in my head
Puzzling my inter-wishing and blinding my eyes
Pulling me into the wilderness with darkness ahead
Pulling at my veins and turning me cold
Guiding my feet into the depths of hell
Motioning my hand into blocking glee
Bounding me from light in which i shall dwell
All these things inside is my pages
Never judge the cover of any color of a book
discombobulating my dreams from my past ages
awhile death tagging at my heart with a hook
