• Does it run through your veins
    to bring nothing but pain
    to shower this world in chaos, madness, and lies.
    Many have shown me their light, their way of life,
    but none have changed me from this path I walk,
    through this cloud of Death.

    I have been asleep for far too long, in my childhood paradise
    as my body roams, hollow and empty
    swallowed by my own fear and hate, as tears stream from my wrist.
    I hold my everything until I am numb, unfeeling, as the ones who controls me.

    Up on a shelf, in the back of a closet, on the bottom of your feet , rest the remains of my sanity.
    I am the air that you breath,the water you drink, the darkness you fear.
    I am always in your mind, but never in your heart
    Until you need me.....

    So dust me off of the high shelf, bring me out of your darkness, tease me with the light of freedom, threaten me with the obedience of death, and make me useful again, your broken puppet waiting for his strings to be cut.