I step aside from my Blind Eye
To look around
The windows shattered
the candles lit
and the walls are full of holes
Mirrors are in pieces
Ropes are hung
and the Knife is ready to go
When has it been enough
When have i been enough
The prejudices of an intellectual mind
surround my circumfrance and bring me to tears
The words of hurt are lashed out
and the Names are called
The emotional is to my brain
and the physical to my heart
I look around and see what i have done
The Things i've done ,
yet sorry is never enough
My pain is vague and my eyes are red
The curtains closed and the note left to be read
I walk along this empty line
alone wanted and afraid
Scared of the things i've done
and of what i may become
The dark night hollows
the wind shakes
My hurt is massive
and my clothes drenched
The final words of which i wish to say are...
Sorry for which i have done.