Give reason to these days of despair.
Paint justice on this wall of pain.
Mumble the hymn that rhymes with this chaos.
Madness spins in a mind full of whims, throats to slash and lives to dash asunder.
As I hold the candle to my flesh I smell it burning.
Bubbling and broiling, the oils and dirt aflame.
Black as the night while the absence of love makes my soul white.
Pale skin as the black turns to blood stained red with the memories of fear.
Nights awake unable to sleep.
Days depressed unable to eat.
Lies of confidence and the false portrait of strength.
Afraid to look in the mirror, lest like Gray, all my flesh should melt.