I see the tears in your eyes when fear got inside!
Subjected to torment on a daily basis.
Every second became a, ‘can I face this?’
Calculations with a particular skew.
None of the results ever aided you.
They were validation of decline.
Signs that you would always be an outline.
Damned to the fringes and ridiculed for fun.
Problem is it would always be someone else’s run.
Forcing you to tread on ground that might cave.
Easy for them cause they’re not enslaved!
Labelled a liar, a hermit, a fool.
These are the simplified terms without that which is cruel.
Bearable perhaps if not for the volume.
Their hope is that you will be encased in a tomb.
Branded and beaten until you are mute.
Confidence is lost cause of their boots.
Screaming and pleading you wish for reprieve.
No more of the venomous deeds.
Turning you to jelly filled with sharp pain.
Bastards, they robbed you of your chance at fame!
Psycho controllers with nothing been hate.
Silenced you with a razor and bait.
Crushed you down until only a speck remained.
Leaving you with little but constant mental and physical pain.
Butchers of hope I’ll watch them all die.
Innocence results in eye for an eye.
They took it all so I’ll take their lives.
No remorse from this form as I arise from the corners they dared to ignore.
See if they believe a black winged angel is fake.
When I split open their heads with a heavy fucking weight!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 