The Silent Words Now Spoken

Disconnected

I sit alone in a cluttered room.

Consider it a drywall tome,

For the body inside it is dead

With demons singing in its head.

I've disconnected myself from life,

For the tongues of all felt like a knife.

I'm lost in a maze too far from the start,

And I'm poring blood without a heart.

We were always programed for system failure.

I used to fit inside my skin, but now I'm the stranger.

My bones will not allow me to rest,

These cold, dead bones inside my chest.

When did our dream change from what it was before,

and what was supposed to be good are demons all at one point bore.

From my forgotten mind nightmares are being born,

And now my soul is frail, now my heart is torn.

The angel's left me here to rot,

And centuries f good have been forgot.

Not only did I want to be free,

But I wanted to know if you forgot me.

The end for me is the beginning.

The demons in my head are singing.

Hell is nice and warm like fresh baked bread,

And I'm in prison and dead inside my head.