Voices sound like mumblings through a wall
sometimes I dont hear at all
I don't see clearly through the tears of pain
falling like cold winters rain....
crimson bleeding from deep in my soul
sometimes my tales plug a hole
my mind whirls noisily, mixing up dreams
ghosts and dark angels torment it seems.
Deep from within a child calls
but only mumblings from the thick damp walls....
Can't get up from my foetal pose
each time I move my courage goes....
wretched and motiveless for days on end
how much longer can I pretend?
Dont want to be here, nothing inspires
just a pile of ashes by a lifeless fire.
Broken and hurting, can't be fixed
since the early days my mind was mixed.
A thousand times I've tried to ignite
tried to find that significant light.
It's useless, pathetic I'm just not meant
to be here at all, no longer hell bent
on finding that freedom I wanted so bad
loosing the battle, the will I once had.
Just want to lay down and rot into my earth
Please whoever is listening dont want rebirth.....

j