To dear God whom I confess
But which whom I cannot assess
In which I do not know if I should regret
That I am monster born and not beget
I do not feel guilty as I make child cry
My heart feels empty while my face is dry
I feel nothing when parting ways
With friends and families, even dearly dead
But if I am such a monster, why do I bother
To long for love of my mother, my sisters and my father?
Which I will never receive in a blue moon
But will crave as sunshine in the afternoon
I sit here waiting my impending doom
Filled with wild thought alone in my room:
Why do I feel loneliness and fear
In loveless world I continue to tear
And only place to confess my truth
Is in a place and space of a booth
Where my face hides away from the eyes
Which I must continue to deny
As I am the shadow that hides from light
But until the end, I will fight for flight
As I wish to be free from such thought
While I lay shivering tight as rope has wrought
Aug 28, 2017
Aug 28, 2017 at 2:00 PM UTC
To dear God whom I confess
But which whom I cannot assess
In which I do not know if I should regret
That I am monster born and not beget
I do not feel guilty as I make child cry
My heart feels empty while my face is dry
I feel nothing when parting ways
With friends and families, even dearly dead
But if I am such a monster, why do I bother
To long for love of my mother, my sisters and my father?
Which I will never receive in a blue moon
But will crave as sunshine in the afternoon
I sit here waiting my impending doom
Filled with wild thought alone in my room:
Why do I feel loneliness and fear
In loveless world I continue to tear
And only place to confess my truth
Is in a place and space of a booth
Where my face hides away from the eyes
Which I must continue to deny
As I am the shadow that hides from light
But until the end, I will fight for flight
As I wish to be free from such thought
While I lay shivering tight as rope has wrought
