| How do I let out my pain? How can I scream when I am commanded to be silent? How can I run away when I am trapped and chained? My strength has been sapped and now I have no will to go on. I cannot cry anymore. My heart aches with the greatest pain imagineable. It is dying. I look through a clouded window. Somewhere out there is the sweet song of a bird, the vibrant colours of spring. It's all grey to me. Can I still bleed? Is there any life left in me at all? Oh yes, there is. It is so brilliant. It is warm. How can I close my eyes when it is horrifyingly fascinating? What do I feel now? Suddenly great strength explodes like a volcano. I tear these chains apart with my bare hands. A cry of rage escapes from me as I shatter that filthy window. Nothing is going to stop me now. I will see the spring flowers with my own eyes! I will hear the birds with my own ears! I will ... I bolt upright. It was a dream. The cold chains still cling to me. There is no life left in me anymore. (c) 2001 sarillian |
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"It's just a thorn in your side" I've been told. I prefer to think of it as a tattoo on my forehead. "ABUSE ME PLEASE" What else could it be? I don't think it is possible that by pure coincidence Everyone who has entered my life has crushed me, Proven my lack of worth. There has to be something wrong with me. "MAKE ME HURT" "MAKE ME CRY" "MAKE ME WANT TO DIE" My life is just a joke. (c) sarillian June 2001 |
Stick a skewer through my heart and hold it over a flame. Now look into my eyes and see I'll never be the same. Don't pretend to be so innocent, you know why I've put up a wall. You play these stupid games with me. I'm sick 'n' tired of them all. (c) sarillian June 2001 unfinished |