Is this real?Is it odd to be burning,so cold inside?Is it foolish to be turningthe wrong to right?Am I right to be learningfrom all my mistakes?Is this real? Am I earningall that it takes?
PrayingI pray for flying,I pray for release,I pray for dying,I pray for ease."Please, no more pain!"I cry up high,but I dry in vain,dreams are never nigh.
Knife"It'd look far better drenched in blood,dripping off its blade,controlled by hate,causing a deadly flood,"I thought in painand put this knife into my vein.
DisabilityUnloved by them allas I stumble till I fall,they all watching still,their eyes empty, with no dreams, no will,keeping them shut from the pain,denying the coldness in vain.From time to time, that's what I do,I keep myself shut from feelings, from you,I wouldn't call it naivety,but it surely is some kind of disability.
DoomI know I have to be gonebut I stay as I'm terrified,Around me, I don't see anyonebut sense them haunt as I hide.These creatures unseen and strongwill tear us all apart,It's apocalypse, I knew all alongand now they come to crush my heart.Finally, I can run from this fray,cold sweat all over my face,on this ruined earth, I cannot staybut I don't know any other place.
HomeAs the darkness soothes me,I will cry, I will fall,As the rain embraces me,I will lie and I will crawl.As the melodie inspires me,all the sorrows left behind,I will try for killing me,take this step with no rewind.And as I'm lying here, gone,my insanity has become far too real,I realize that I don't miss anyone,but still I don't know how I feel.In my darkest dreams I'd missed,all that I've now left be gone,once been loved and once been hissed,and finally returned at home.