Forsakened and forgotten, that is what I feel . This disgusting grayness I just want it gone. Truly I say I want it gone. Yet it never leaves forever looming looking at me, burning the pastures of my mind. Making my forests of love and joy into ash of sorrow and self hate. I crave to be saved, I crave to be loved. Most of all I crave to feel. To break free from the dark clouds. To see the rising sun, oh how I wish for sunlight. I want it to cover me. But no, nothing destroys the clouds.
Oh it rains, but it rains on burnt fields. Stop raining I say, STOP IT, please. Why won't it stop.
Oh I the fool of fools who thought the world was him, who thought nothing would stop him. But how I wish to be thy fool. Instead
I'm a craven man who hates his mind.
Oh who would help me. Who would save this fool from darkness.
Who would love an evil man like me. Why would anyone love me