I Just Felt Like Writing

How dare you raise your voice to me

You child of the mind

Living life without heart

Speaking without faith

Too many times I have closed my eyes

And been cursed with your face

My world revolved around you for too long

So now when I drift away you find me

Cowering in the darkness you created

Out of the fear in my soul that you would go

But you never went away, you never left

Now hatred grows where nothing would

Like a black cold weed rooted in blood forever

Call on me a time of seperation

Where I can be myself and find what I need to be

Running from one hand to another

I've just been an animale my whole life

Eating out of the hand of weakness

The same hand that always strikes me dead

Look deep inside and see a heart ten times too small

Black and dead almost gone from the pain

A pain so bad that the dead roll in their graves

They look down from above and only they know

With their angelic eyes they see

And with hearts of gold understand the horror

That one day soon I will be like them

But for now I am the opposite

Burning in my home made hell

Pass the blame like a cup of wrath

So that it may be poured out on the tongues of all men

Everyone that carried a knife to cut me apart

Apart from the womb I was never meant to leave

Stealing me from the warmth of my sleep

Give back my wings so I may fly away

And return my glory so I may have my perfection

A sad child now sits alone waiting for the end

As songs without melodies play in his head

Watching the fair ones dance to the beat

Anger builds up inside as he knows he can never repeart

Never the same thing never the same place

Doing nothing and then something

So quickly that his heart can't beat that fast

Looking in the mirrior I see the soul of this little one

A version of me that is locked away and no one sees

The part that I love and hate the most

For I love and hate myself above everyone else

Killing myself from the inside out the boy must get out

Sticking me with his guilt I bleed from the ears

Hearing his cries for salvation I know he can't be saved

So when I fall he falls and when I die he dies too

Without anyone ever knowing who he really was

The boy inside me is the real true broken me