Sight

Will it make me feel the same
Seething here with rage
Swallowing your bile
You know I love the pain
It simmers deep inside
Turning my flesh inane

My heart fears
My life’s cold
Gave up
Doing what I’m told
These eyes bleed
Don’t you see
Only I could call this living

I let you see inside
Make your thoughts match mine
Then smile as you deny
The hope that you’ve been given

No don’t say it’s true
I’m dying
Not for you
Though I gave you something new
Must I keep on living too

© 2005, Mosquitobyte