My world is a very dark place
one where time and physics hold no sway...
The toy collector was a misfit,
among the rest of his peers...
Wailing my sorrow out
Myself is my only comfort...
The light flickers wildly,
The sparks threaten to burn...
He watches me through the glass
looking at me as I pass...
As I sit on my bed
Thinking over memories going through my head...
In the month of october
my life was activated...
Immortal soul
I'm so lost...
The clouds roll in,
Sun is blocked...
Do you know,
the things Ive seen...
I feel dark and abused
Like a molested butterfly...
I'm sick of Animation,
I'm sick of Limitation...