Sometimes late at night I huddle,
fearing peoples deadly rebuddel,
at the life I made set in sin.
Never knowing how to smile again.
For deep with in my malice laced mind,
my thoughts have somewhat become entwined.
Never caring at my loss of hope.
Chocking on life’s words I have misspoke.
Sitting in a darkening cage I feel my ever clawing rage.
A demon whom I can’t control,
knocking down my hollowed soul.
Death it grips me to come back,
deep within I want to react.
To play my part out like a scene,
never caring again to dare a dream.
Letting it all slip away on one continuous thought.
A wish seemingly to rip me apart.
I gladly bow down my head,
shedding a tear to walk amongst the dead.
But a ray of hope still does bloom.
Soon chasing away my gloom.
My soul maybe lost but not forgot.
It’s tattered remains stay in others hearts.
So in my room I lay and huddle.
Wishing I was free from others.
No keys I can give u will unlock me.
It is my hell that has put me as I must be.
