A busted face, bruised ribs
I tried to survive but succumbed to the pain of...
I hate that your a fake
I hate that you are the person that you are...
You can feel it, out there. somewhere in the dark...
The burning in my chest
has finally returned to me...
Crying softly,
Getting louder...
Worn Out!!
Not tired worn out...
Product of my enclosure fueled by societies rage.
Inhumanly left to rot in my iron cage...
I remember,
That mournful day...
Dark dim and dismal is the human mind
cold harsh and cruel is mankind...
As the Beast Takes hold
Swimming in a sea of confusing...
Standing in the dark night,
I look through I am all alone...
Sometimes pain hurts so much,
That all I want to do is die...