The cry of the damned.
On my ugly face the doors that were slammed.
Those innocent faces that I scammed.
On the island of shame i am stranded
Here with nothing in my hand, I landed
As a dreadful criminal I was branded
Survive the only thing commanded
My intellect was the only thing i was handed
All the different thoughts inside disbanded
I hope that I am not abandoned
These feeling's inside, a swirling storm
Their ugly monstrous form
Do not fall for no one, an important norm
My lies like soldiers they swarmed
Eating my insides like worms
Leaving me completely hollow
With no rhythm and no one to follow
The harsh pill of reality that I swallow
But my life isn't filled with only sorrow
Their's still happiness left that I had borrowed
Do the time and gravity ever cease to flow
Or your mere presence make them slow
Am I obligated always to be low?
Or in the eternal darkness I was meant to glow
Like a steady stream of air that blows
I think I have been granted the gift of hope
With this I shall ride with ease on these steep slopes