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This prison I alone suffer |
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Brought face down |
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Have I not suffered enough |
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Sardonic stares all my life |
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Detestation everyway I turn |
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Thoughts screaming through my head |
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I break |
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A prisoner held by my own mind |
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I break |
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Abberations of which I have no control |
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But I must |
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If only to exist away from this |
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My own private hell |
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Through this I repent |
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Constricting me to pulp |
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A shadow of my former self |
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Human nature revolting me |
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Disdaining looks burning through |
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The blanket of scorn, suffocating me |
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Never wanted, never will |
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Life is taken never gained |
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And I wish you hell |
