Thursday, February 03, 2005
talk about the idiosyncrasy
one day im up
the next its just fades away
im locked in myself now
u cant get me out
my brains are drained
muscles burnt
emotions scarred
ideologies battered
reaffirmation anyhow would be great now.
One
I can't remember anything,
Can't tell if this is true or dream,
Deep down inside I feel to scream,
This terrible silence stops it there
Now that the war is through with me,
I'm waking up, I cannot see,
That there's not much left of me,
Nothing is real but pain now
Hold my breath as I wish for death,
Oh please God, wake me
Back in the womb it's much too real,
In pumps life that I must feel,
But can't look forward to reveal,
Look to the time when I'll live
Fed through the tube that sticks in me,
Just like a wartime novelty,
Tied to machines that make me be,
Cut this life off from me
Now the world is gone I'm just one,
help me hold my breath as I wish for death
Darkness, imprisoning me,
All that I see, Absolute horror,
I cannot live, I cannot die,
Trapped in myself, Body my holding cell
Landmine, Has
taken my sight,
Taken my speech,
Taken my hearing,
Taken my arms,
Taken my legs,
Taken my soul,
Left me with life in hell
