Filled with dark anger
Even darker frustration...
There's a secret held within,
a story that begins, ends in sin...
You think that you can get me,
You think that you have me scared...
I didn't want to scream
And I didn't want to cry...
No one sees her there
Ghost child...
I lay in my bed
the night swiftly creeping up...
Hush child,
They are coming while you sleep...
The room behind the door cries out
Paper patterns peeled and torn...
As two trains pass in the night I caught a face in...
it was mine going both ways a silhouette was...
They call me a sinner,
you call me a saint...
Sitting in depression.
Feeling utterly alone...
I feel the madness
crowding my mind...