Grow Madness

To look upon a person with a soul so sad
whose little eyes are sewn tightly shut
whose lips bleed through pieces of string
to see nothing but feel everything

I run my fingers over my jagged scars
every one shows a picture of a past
shame, guilt, disgust, fear
the secrecy of depression

Grow madness from a broken mind
let it engulf your every being
your soul may feel somewhat lost
but in the shadows you come alive