hide from me the sky,
lost, cold, drained,
in the darkness I cry…
You stab me, you beat me,
you hurt and you bite,
but throughout this ordeal,
I grow stronger by night…
You think when you’re sleeping,
I’ll give up and die…
But I saw at these chains,
with my dull butter knife…
And one day you’ll not wake,
you’ll sleep with the night,
while I stand o’er your corpse,
and laugh with delight.
Now that i think of it, that DOES make sense…
…o.o;; And it’s true. Oh my, I’ll never hide another secret from myself again. x.x;