Punish my heart,
It aches to feel that which it fears,
The destiny of anguish,
The demise of sanity encountered through the years,
The years of struggle, strife and sadness,
The bliss of discovering the safety of madness.

Concrete rooms, concrete sky,
The layers they place upon my grave,
No coffin - just angry mud,
Of insects and bugs waiting to feast,
Upon the remains of flesh from the East,
Cold and my form deformed.

No heaven above have i travelled to,
No hell below has consumed me,
No limbo to repent and deny,
Just silent bitterness; jury for the death i daily die,
The tears i bury in a casket of air,
Frozen to the altar; i feel nothing is there.

Punish my heart,
It bleeds the red and hot of love,
Sheds the red and hot of hate,
Leaving an empty shell that yearns for the sting of salt,
The salt of seaside, sun and sadness,
The fear of discovering the safety of madness.