Anima Sola

My words,
not my own.
From the world,
I'm alone.

Inexplicable,
the langauge in my head;
in flames I try to decode it
whilst I writhe in my bed...

Can't have the world see me
while this scream of knives burns deeply;
They'd thinkest me weakly...
But I need one to hear me,
The knives scorce so deeply!

My words,
not my own.
My dreams,
so sombre.
I feel I'm alone,
'gainst my Soul's tempest weather...