• Delude myself in wild fantasies
    until I can't tell fiction from reality.
    I don't belong here, I can tell you that much.

    Simple words stitched and strung together
    that sing a song of desolation and sad, soft smiles:
    That's all I am.
    And it's all I ever will be.

    Blind dolls and marionettes link hands
    and cry tearlessly at monochrome nightmares.
    Mute lips spell out harsh words,
    but they'll only end up falling upon deaf ears.

    I slowly sink into my silent serenity
    and wish for nothing more than everything.
    Everything I've lost, everything I have,
    and everything in between.

    My lullaby, my requiem, my anthem,
    my one respite goes unsung.

    I just want to be free.