I crawl within myself betwixt the day and the night
The dark and the light
My tears drip from within
Never to come out and soothe my burning skin
Light fuels the fire of my burning temperance
And outside the day breaks my skin, again
The cool darkness inside me becomes a refuge
From the destruction of myself and the light
Inside so cold, so lonely
But secure, and subdued
Outside the sun burns my skin
So inside I hide
I leave myself, only to get pushed deeper in
So I lock up myself, up again with the anger growing
I build myself shelter with hatred for the outside
And resentment for not ever speaking
It’s so cold inside
So hot out
And eventually, the I, becomes two
Outward absorbing day and its burning hatred
Inward storing ‘till night comes
And at dusk the confluence of the two become one
Dependent on the light shown though
At dusk the light fades with the burning
Only to bring forth a subtle spark
Night brings forth the tempest of my anger
I can release myself of this with just one shot
One piece of metal…
No one will notice a hundred miles away
Society’s sympathy is dependent to distance
My story won’t be heard…(click)
And neither will theirs… …(click)
How small we’ve all become
So small…
Insignificant… …
Society will always oppress
Those that won’t oppress. Won’t harm…………
