Horror behind every pair of eyes,
behind mine is see people I love died,
pain and loss running through my veins,
as I walk in the cold pouring rain.
People are afraid of me,
they can't let this be,
people look at me with their eyes,
as I stand in the darken skies.
I can see they think I'm a freak,
but they can't utter a word to speak,
I want someone to except me for who I am,
without a word to give a damn.
I see ghosts and spirits all around,
and I see messages when I lay on the ground,
I look at the darkness to sun,
but I see everyone run.
No one to see what I really see behind my darken eyes,
with death, life, darkness, and pain all a tie,
two true friends but they don't know,
what lies behind these evil eyes...
