There is a dormant power
that courses through my veins.

A building wave of anticipation
wafts across my skin.

My heart rate increases,
my breathing grows intense.

I have been left far too long
in this cold, dark place.

It is only your touch,
that can bring me to life.

Hello?
Is anyone out there?
Is anyone listening?

You don't know me.
Or maybe you do.
Because I fear like you.
and I hurt like you.
and I grow lonely
like you.

I'm not asking for much.

I spend my days
surrounded by a blanket of madness.
I would give anything
for a hug and a smile.

Is anyone out there?
Is anyone listening?

Will anyone find me
before it's too late?

It seems more and more
come those days
where I wish
that I could strap myself to a rocket,
blast off to the stars...

...and never have to see earth again.

Ten grueling rounds.
Eight twisted shadows.
Seven broken bones
Four bruised ribs.
Three kicks to the gut.
Two knives in the back,
One ****** lip.
And a final, crushing blow to the head.

All that remains is the cold stench
of betrayal.

I have lost the war with my worst enemy.

Me.

Tell me you're there.
Tell me this matters.
Tell me what I mean to you.
Tell me what's in your heart.

Lest you leave me to float away
in a sea of uncertainty.

Leave the radio on, leave the radio on.
Let the music play.
Let me hear your song.
The strings, the bass
just a beautiful place.
It's where I want to be.

Leave the radio on, leave the radio on.
Let the symphony last
the whole night long.
It's got just the right notes,
and melodic approach,
to set an imprisoned soul free.

Leave the radio on, leave the radio on,
Let the music rise up
and the voices grow strong.
The tone is just right,
To let a bold light
Shine on the things I cannot see.

I just want some calm.
But my body won't allow it.
The strain of this life
threatens to pull me apart
like a worn piece of paper.

All I can do
is take a deep breath
and pray
I can keep things together
just a little longer.