Face shrouded,
Hands are bound.
Searching for the smallest sound.
Something to let me know im alive
I crawl through the blackness,
My eyes cast down.
I see the people with sinister grins,
Their glares pierce me like needles and pins.
Broken and battered, bruised and torn,
I stagger along heavy with scorn.
My fate is decided by the ones that broke me.
Bloody and weak, i struggle to my feet.
A final resolve, a last attempt,
Earns me nothing but loathsome stares.
I turn away, accepting my fate
One last step is all it would take.
Im at the edge looking down,
Preparing for the cold hard ground.
I take a step and say goodbye,
If only they gave me wings to fly.
