Bombarded with hails
Lovingly whispered...
When angels are demons,
and good turns to bad...
I'm going insane
All this is causing me pain...
Raise your head
raise it high...
Sitting on my bed
Crying once again...
To be me is hard work
To be me can be lonely and cold...
The stars and the moon were silver,
The candles that burned were gold...
Silence grips the earth,
With an occasional thunder in the sky...
Embarrassing
you destroyed my once...
Red Dye revived
reminds me of all the tragedies...
Im in the dark...all alone.
Nobody to talk to...just plain me...
Misery, anger, hate and fear
these are the demons...