A troubled past,
A troubled mind,
How long will the aches last,
How long before the sandman is kind,
The grip of torrential pain,
An evil that cannot be slain,
A slow gasping kid,
Whimpering and asking only for what he did,
Blood speaking an unconscious bond,
Speaking louder to...
I wake before the morning light,
To feel the cold's unforgiving bite,
I think to myself how dreary it be
"Im too numb to feel the cold's tendrils creeping into me"
I lie there hoping for but one thought
Hoping for something i know the sun has not brought
Wishing that i may but be...
When i wake up to an empty house and the sun is down
After a long day of being the hollow-smiling clown
When i return to the solemn sanctuary of my room
Succumb to the sleep induced by my hopeless gloom
I tried to sleep away the reality i live in
Im sorry but its just another solemn
string of words from the wretched unequivocal golem
That me, just some faceless choked up being
I know and can tell that youre tired of seeing
Its just me again with but typed words to offer
Typing things to put in my impenetrable mental...