The Voice Of Inner Insanity

Turn the mic over let me get a touch
Let the external fade as the internal takes the stage
All will hear of my wounds and the reasons I fall
Broken bodies pile up before me
And I see myself in everyone of them
This is my voice, the voiceless one
The child you shunned and threw out
Going crazy by every emotion all but happiness
Now is the time to go through the motions of life
To show this hell of a world what life really is

Sadness that knows no end has its hand on me

Crying day and night without cease

I will not stop for I cannot

The hurt is too much, the pain too real

Wounds don't dry up and fall away

They keep on bleeding, pushing out more puss

Sickly I crawl on never being seen at all

For me there is no good Samaritan, no one at all

Walking by like the wind you don't even stop to check

And I grow weaker in my sorrow, and I pass into the abyss

The promise of truth has passed away for good
There are no goodbyes to hatred they all return
Fighting for my life the anger won't let go
To cover all my scars the rage I must put on
A killer instinct takes over and gains controle
Once a small boy he is now a heartless killer
Bleeding through the sheets is his heart of gold
Please come and relieve me of the horror I carry
My infection of anguish grows and grows
So the sickness becomes greater and overtakes all in me

The tongue of a child has been sliced

No more speech no more hope no more will

To survive is to die and I must die everyday

You held me back for far to long and I never learned how to walk

I've been dead for far too long now what must I do?

You made me depend on you and I no longer can

Look what you did to me, you created a monster

Destroying a mere boy with no remorse

What is wrong with you, give back my voice

Let me have my heart and soul so I can live once more

Insanity takes its toll
No one comes they all just go
Alone for good, should I become used to it?
Should I hold out hope of a better time and place?
To live a child's dreams through a dead mans eyes
The voice is harder to see now with a worldly mind
What is real I sure don't know
For imagination is a child's game I no longer play
Growing up too fast the boy can't catch up
The inner side is soon to die if no one will ever come

Running in circles the agony takes hold

Anger and woe mixed in a posion I am forced to take in

The days of old and those of new blend into one

Not knowing day from night my eyes turn grey

Fire is all I know along with the cold gaze of evil things

They always told me I was nothing

So this I have become

Sitting as nothing I try to stand on dusty legs

Falling apart I am now being burnt alive

Not by forces but by the child inside