I dove into this sorrow Saw my life be swept away with the current I turned off my mind But lost so much For the damage is irreversible I am against myself I don't want to die But living seems unbearable This darkness spreads to those around Scowls and anger rise Can they not see the anguish Why can they not hear my cries Surely they will hear my silence That will last forevermore An eternal cradle That will soothe my broken mind Childhood has slipped away Who is this now
My own life So insignificant From my pity to sorrow They all posses the same light I do wish For a rust blade A serene forest to run red Will their understanding grow Can their empathy blossom For this hunger is a weed Feeding off my soul I must take the pesticide And let the flowers feed off my blood I have run them dry Just as life has run me I ride my sorrow Like a peasant begs I cannot choose but I happily receive I am ravenous for relief A noose to choke my cries A blade to numb my mind Perhaps this is best
A life with no lead For I was born with no light My dull eyes cannot find the path They are to loud But yet I cannot hear them I lay famished and parched While surrounded by sustenance My withered body cannot rise against This weak mind obliges to the urge I can't wait for the day I succumb to my own misery The only thing I have left Is the very thing that is eating away at my mind
What is it To live in such raw pain To have a deathwish bestowed upon your very soul Questions echo through my mind Like screams rattling through an empty hallway Dusty corridors will never see the dawn of light Thrown into darkness There is no way out The air has curdled and makes my lunges heavy Sleepy eyes get no rest For my dreams are haunted An infested mind Ruined, starved, beaten Substances are the only cushion The only way to deafen these screams But it rebounds with a vengeance All that is left is death The final breath That will set my mind free from this curse
Dear child, do you not see? The creased faces that dance and plea. Child, can you not hear? The screams yet to have endear. Sweet child, why are you not afraid? Haunting memories that have yet to be made. Oh, child, why can you not see? You are the withered face that was once free. Lies, child, will you not hear? It was you that caused the anguish and fear. Filthy child, you should be afraid, the dance of terror that you crusade.