Are you in the dark, listening to my rants,

Cause loosing my mind, I am.

Are you in control, burning on your own,

Writhing in pain, deep within.

And are you still scared, of world that never cared,

Tying a noose above a chair, singing alone.

And are you still alive, within the lies that never die,

Clinging to your ego benign, desperate for a sign.

Broken and tired,

This body of mine.

Curled up inside,

Under your shrine.

Hate in your voice,

Tears in your eyes,

Scaling my walls,

Donning a fake smile.