Needles

I've got a fever inside,

burning my skin alive,

I just want to become the monster,

but I end up like Frankenstein,

trying make everything,

alright,

I fight the demon,

all this darkness inside,

then I turn from a Jekyll,

wanting to run away,

and hide.

There's no way to explain this,

no words to describe,

no may to make you understand,

what it feels like to be alive,

when I feel like I want to die.

We can't decide how to make amends,

with our own sore and tired,

dissonance.

I wish I was real.

I was was just in your imagination,

I am not one to complain.

I am not one to take,

I am just in pain,

I realize I am broken,

I know my words when spoken,

I know my silence,

I know my place.

I've got this burn, underneath my skin,

it wants to shred me free,

I feel the emptiness,

from deep down,

inside,

of me.

I fight my angel,

bringing me back,

as I rip apart,

wings,

where I once had shoulders,

strong like the claw,

of a raven.

There's no way to tell them,

how much it hurts,

when they already know everything, 

about pain.