This pain, an indescribable cerebellum They ask for the answer, but silence is what I tell em I stare in to the mirror, the reflection is unresponsive I scream and plea, but theres no reply
Ashamed of myself, my past is filled with gloom My shadow discontinues its follow, fleeing the room Who am I? Scattered thoughts, I simply cant interpret my visions And I have no control over my raging missions Ive reached to all, and begged for help they say to be helped you have to help yourself
My thoughts carry me to hell, and places below it...