Автор: Mr. Strange

Eyes on the noose- signs of abuse Cries for help- noone comes Look to the skies- see only lies Abandoned

Scorn — is anything I can feel ! Hatred — against «my own flesh and blood» ! About murder —

They can’t see me for who I am. Are they blind Or do they just not give a damn When

Fleeting glory, purgatory This is not a bedtime story Holy boat, sink or float Learn to cope Or abandon hope

Cancer ! My time is short. Save me ! I can count my days. My body hurts. Save me !

Suffering — life is brutal, my mind is weak. I can never endure (the) confusions in my head ! Daily

Here I sit in my cell Plain white, stone cold walls. All alone with my thoughts, memories and my regrets