i am: nothing more than what i intend to be.
i wonder: if my existence dents reality.
i hear: these silent thoughts, so deafening.
i see: my lurking demons.
i want: nothing more to understand myself.
i pretend: to be the angel among demons.
i feel: the desire crippling my soul.
a touch: i feel it, bringing me to the light.
i worry: it wont be enough.
i cry: these crimson tears, they sting.
i am: a sad excuse for a soul.
i understand: the necessity of this torture.
i say: words with meaning unknown.
i dream: these torturous nightmares, so sweet.
i try: to tame my raging toungue.
i hope: for the light to break my demented shell.
i am: living in my own self-caused hell.