I scream outloud, don't let them in. Have dreams in which they're torn limb from limb. One by one, a leg, an arm, decapitate, Do them harm. I tremble in rage, day by day, And inside lays the demon that I cage. It feeds off my anger, my sorrow, my pain. It is slowly but surely driving me insane. The pain I inflict stays with myself, it shows up in scars that are meant for them. But alas my control keeps them from pain. My control keeps my sanity and thus keeps me sane. They truely don't know, what I hold inside, What I must live with, but I guess that's life. You may call me sick, perhaps you are right. It's your choice to judge me and choose your dislike. And for those who choose to be my friend I thank them for accepting me for who I am. I thank those who know me; the me that's within, for staying there with me and saving me again and again. And now as I finish this morbid rhyme, I do bid thee fairwell, goodday, good bye.
ShadowElement · Sat Feb 04, 2006 @ 10:53pm · 0 Comments |