Sometimes I wonder why I'm here even now the reasons unclear. Perhaps I'm here to heal others pain and walk alone in it like rain. Should anyone bare such weight almost feeling like self hate. Along the path I've walked I've heard the voices talked, telling me nothing will ever change "to keep walking in the dark you must be deranged." They're vocies echo more and more I can even imagine the horrible gore. My legs are so sore my minds going dead and my eyes are red I've cryed away my tears along the way maybe this is the debt I must pay. Then why am I here? Only to take away others tears or be consumed by my own fears?
