I dream of flying,

I dream of falling,

you can't understand,

you won't.

I think of a better place,

A place where it won't hurt.

I watch you cut,

I watch the blood.

You are free,

Aren't you?

Happy as a child with sand.

you will never be free,


locked in the fires of hell

I am sorry and sick,

sick of this lying

and hate

You are lost in your brilliance,

I am sorry.