Sideshow

alone in a room
stare to a wall of
how will this sideshow end

anxiety for the time passed
I hear only what they speak
the whispers
pretend you cannot hear
 afraid of falling into their hands
 afraid of harming secretly cherished flesh
they wont let me ignore the impulse
daydreams in night

alone in a room
stare to a wall of
how will this sideshow end

anxiety for the shredded roses scattered upon the blood infested world a fear hidden in a metaphor of death
everyone hides the facts
 afraid of falling into darkness
 afraid of harming those I secretly hold
whispers in your voice

alone in a room
stare to the wall of
how will this sideshow end

anxiety for the lost a wish of hope
to acomplish this act of a coward

afraid of the wrong
afraid of the right

alone in a room
alone in a room
always afraid
always afraid of this