Ripped open; torn by a dream.
Can't see, what they've always seen...

Hate her
hope she dies...

Flat line
of the mind...

Why am I stuck in this sphere
of glass...

Every day it gets closer to spring.
Making me think of happy things...

I look up at the sky and all i see is the starlit...
I look on with amazement, with awe...

Trapped
Immersed in thought...

Why have you cursed me? ... I can not flee
this life of pain; this strain...

Are you that worm at the bottom of the bottle?
Can't swim out of your drunken bliss...

Boiling... thoughts in my mind.
Toiling... with what I find...

For a little insight into my life...
Imagine standing on the blade of a knife...

Quicksand underneath your feet
Underneath the maker I will meet...