I am wracked with torment
I am wracked with pain
Pierce myself with many swords
Crying with the rain
Sin is my master
To my passion I am a slave
It demands myself
And myself I gave
I am no longer human
Eaten by this strife
I have lost the war within
Given up my life
Will people really love me
I doubt it, and I fear
To see the downcast looks
The sympathetic tear
The judgment that would surely fall
Upon my peaceful world
The condemnation would descend
Hate would be unfurled
Scorn for those who are despised
Would be found upon their eyes
Scum I’d be
Rightfully
I am twisted
Selfish cruel
Like a dog
I am a fool
My stomach turns
I writhe within
As I smile
Outward grin
Fake

03/31/2002

Posted on 03/31/2002
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