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...