“You never once appreciated
And never truly understood
The path I walk – depreciated.
The words I spoke – misunderstood.
You never truly contemplated
Your own desire to find the Light;
Sold soul, made body consecrated
Condemned to blindly walk the night.”
So says a madman lost in fears –
With dull and rusty blade of knife
Cut out his eyes to stop the tears,
Not having strength living the life
Where light of day reminds of pain
And darkness holds the only hope
For darkened soul caught in the rain
Praying for death – or strength to cope.