Encapsulated by oblivion
with nothing but false hopes
I take my misery
and drink it down by the pint

Surrounded by false demons
like the demons that live within me
I listen to their lies
and believe them

Take me by my tired hands,
those who speak to me in candied tone,
and lead me down the garden path once more
I will fall to my knees and beg you to take my soul

Your words of trust and hope and friendship
are but small daggers that pierce my brain
and drown me in psychotic naïvety
until you finally come to cut out my heart

When will I learn,
surrounded by a world of people
and captured by a thread of a single filament,
that I am utterly alone and damned in this life