These fingers claw,
Scratch through the walls, in my mind
Chasms deep with rage,
Unshallow as I thought
The darkness falls, unto my eyes
Glossed with hate, and disappointment
Is this crazy!
Look into child's face, and see the fate
Piercing eyes burn the image in my head
So is this suffering?
Am I dead yet?
My nails dig deeper in my skull
Is this suffering?
The words on the wall, what do they mean?
"The answers are hidden" they tell me
Whispers tear through my ears
The winds of silence deafens the last image;
I stare at myself, laughing at my own pyre