This is hell.
Am I lying? Am I blasphemy of Him?
Am I an avenger? As much as you, do I sin?
I have demons in my head- and not to kindly
that they haunt the halls. Ha!
To think you can command me to come and die at your beck and call.
My darling,
with my own two hands,
I will live my own life.
I will not be another number to count-
I will not lose myself and hide.
I've gone to far to collapse and cry-
I am not blind to their faith, to their lies.
To live,
to sleep,
to dream-
my only wish.
I am human,
my thoughts are my wonderland,
the waking nightmare to a dream's end.
