Now I am standing all-alone,
No one wanting to be near,
All along in the midst of chaos,
Tormented thoughts running along,
Biting back the screams of torment,
Hating every moment being here,
I am standing all by myself now,
In the midst of the tormented,
Chaos raging through my very mind,
Slow movements in speeding streets,
Silver flashes all along the horizon,
As the crimson rivers flow free,
How to stop the flow of this river,
As I am looking upon the blank dunes,
Watching all the ripples fade by night,
Eyes unseeing staring up at me,
The lands of freedom spread before my feet,
Yet all that I can see are trapped souls,
Husk of reality, barely what it once was,
I stand here weeping red tears from wounds,
Ashamed of the tears that I weep,
I hide them so as no one can see them,
One of the many tormented souls,
Hatred boiling through my very veins.
