A victims needs

becomes the same

as everything that I want



In this invisible room

sending certain signals

I've been crucified until this

the very end



Without anymore ways

or means



As the heavy weights

come to last longer

And I only never

become any stronger

Living with the lies and the fears

all alone



But does anyone really know

the trouble I have seen?



Juried

only never allowed

as you pick this poor souls

bones clean



-Like a descending-

My life's on the ground

like someone's empty wish

left unfound

and drowned



As in this place I call home

becomes to me as being like

nothingness

And Angels stand

in the corners

spreading symbols



Does anyone see them?

or is it just me

looking for thoughts

in my head

As to why and for the meanings

of what's being lost

and what's being said?



A happy face

in an unhappy man

I'm just another ruined

life

without an unfinished mission



But can I bare

this cross

As I'm still going 'round and 'round

still searching for

something



I'm only left unsatisfied

just trying

to survive



With a grain of salt

and ignorance towards what I see

and what I feel

In an unfamiliar world

not of the plan...