Early Days

Strange as it seems..
Here I am with no dreams..
Dreaming of you being here..
Though my vision is unclear..

Jumping off the hill..
Just to feel the stoic thrill..
Am in the sheets that made me unfree..
Why not they cut life off me?

Am stuck in the early days..
Believing in my endless prays..
Am now insane from the pain..
I got nothing more to gain..

My thoughts do not fade into the sea..
Got my eyes impossible to see..

I never learned a thing..
I just got my memories to cling..

Painful sickness..
Life bred with ruthlessness..

---McRooh