I have traveled miles
searched in drawers...
Its matter of days i die
so many scars,still i lie...
Broken heart i carry today,
dreams are torn discarded away...
Lying in my own pool of blood,
feels like heaven in this crimson mud...
Cries of agony
flying in air...
I have confided to this theatrical dark,
the corner of my prison,my habitat...
There comes a time
when you have to lose...
I was the one with an open eye.
rejected all along...
I sleep my stalking fear
with my wide open eyes...
I see so much of pain
and so much of evil...
Hatred and greed,
money and sex...
I walk through this darkness
footsteps echoing through the walls...