I lay on my bed waiting,
Waiting for the sun to set,
Please take away the pain,
I wish that I was dead,
The bright sun shines upon my face,
They think that I am fine,
But they will never know,
What goes on behind my blue-grey eyes,
I dream of places far away,
Beond the relms of sight,
Where I'm allowed to be myself,
A city of eternal night,
I hear their screeming, clawing fight,
Their evil words of angry spite,
As my own blood drips off a knife,
Behind my blue-grey eyes, |