Look at me. And tell me if there's something. Strange you see. Am I special - something's wrong. - can't be the only one. Talk to me stare me in the eyes.
Like leaves on trees in fall. I'm shivering I'm falling. Like the screams from a new-born child. So innocent so fragile. Screaming struggling trying. I want to see what the future holds.
Cold is the air that I breath. sleepless. but I don't mind the rain. With fear I strive. but still enjoying the pain. I'm awaiting the dawn. as I welcome the end.
See my sorrow. My tears when they fall. Feel my anguish. Where's my shelter when I am cold. My eyes seek something. But finds nothing at all. My souls screams for mercy.
You can't possibly know me. What I feel cause even I don't. A strange sensation of never being lonely. Has made me question the essence of existence. ...of life.
The sun is back again the day is here. Try to recall try to remember. What night brought upon me this time. There it is I've seen it before recognise the shape.
Strapped in a bed with no clothes. The room has no windows. I try to remember last night. But there's nothing. It is cold and my body starts to shiver.
The silence awakes me. My heartbeat would so easily reveal me. Who am I what is left is it my mind. That constantly deceives me. . I am beginning to doubt me.
Twilight. Still not dark. The snow on the ground sheds some light. A silhouette not taller than a child. Appears in the doorway. Too strange to be real yet too real to be a dream.
Will the sun be rising that I won't know. cause light reaches me not. I know I'm aging and that I can't see. In darkness I am fumbling. With these hands as my eyes.
Time has come to ask myself. What future lies ahead. The weakness of my soul. Awakes the fury that was dead. And what is it that brings out the shame.