No one can hear me cry out into
the bleak.
I cry and fight, my fingernails
scraping for blood.
I want out, so bad the hot tears
cascade down.
But in this darkness, from where
I sit alone,
No one can hear me.
I draw back into myself, where
I hide from all.
I dwell in my soul, where screams
ravage my mind.
Can I be expected to live in
such confinements?
But the trustee of my soul left...
threw away the key.
And so.. I draw back further.
Some try to pry and poke and
'understand' me.
To whom shall we thank for these
psychic mind-breakers?
These pestilences annoy me tirelessly,
oh god I'm so tired.
But I live alone and sick, there
is no cure.
I'm so labeled, stay Away.
In ordinance and self control
I describe to viewers:
"Go away demons! Go away and
leave me be!"
Ah, the viewers, their cold
bottomless stares bore into me deep.
But they stare on, relentless
to make my blood curdle.
So I try and run...No use...
Too Late.
No one heard me crying out into
the dark.
I wanted out, but no one heard
me.
The darkness has sinced become
me.
Go away. I'm supposed be Alone.
It, this... what I am, is my
Destiny. |
