Disguised is my pain, distressed heart longing for something more.
Forced to breath dominated by this sorrow.
Fighting to over come the grip of torment that occupies my mind.
Disillusion back again, this guilty torment slowly carves slices of my soul.
In despair I spill my blood on these lines for all to see.
In the moonlight my blood is deeper then this unprovoked sadness.
Reserved as I seek to find the birth of my dejection; pathetic the face I see looking back. A face hiding the inflammation, the repugnant smell of affliction.
Desperate to be gleeful, dismayed, woeful I'm resolved.
Thrilled would I be just to have hope.
Unable to grab hold of contentment with this inferior spirit.
The torture of this long night gives way to sweetness in my mouth.
Embracing this torment gives life to the taste buds that seek the bile this life feeds each day.
Rejected again by the one that lets me down over and over.
Crushed by the one I wish I'd never see again.
Deprived of the dreams I've seen.
All I've believed, everything I've hoped for.
