A tiny weak child
Held in the unforgiving arms of destiny...
In the dark night under the shadow
of black sky I was standing near the...
It comes to me, this dead of night
A whisper faint against my ear...
I see demonic shadows,
floating in the darkness...
Here I sit, stare nothingness through my tears...
feeling how life just fall through my fingers...
Why can't I just die,
be released from this lie...
They say that sorrow is a black hole,
That it just keeps on growing...
As I sit here
I know I have nothing to fear...
Desperate screams pour from her empty eye sockets,
Sounds that spoke of flailing agony...
IS BEING NORMAL A CONCEPTION OF PEACE
BECAUSE THEY SAY I'M PHYCO BUT MY ANGER IS YET TO...
Every time we speak another thorn grows
On the vine wrapped so tightly around my heart...
The tears swell up inside her eyes
And burns the skin as she cries...