I see a world filled with pain and spite
and yet everybody thinks he is right
in the day they are angels sent from above,
but at night; creatures from dark and lonely places
the world amuses me and scares me all at once
but my fright does not slow my pursuer in his steps
the stench of my fear only draws him closer
and in truth I pray he finds me ,
even though I am his prey
I wish for peace at the mercy of death
and pray for death to take me peacefully
and yet in the face of fear I cower endlessly
the woes of my sad tales are not done
I tire of this world
I tire of everything else
where is the love they taught me?
is it in the alleyways hidden by the darkness?
or it is the darkness itself ?