I’m dead, though I did not die.
What you have read, is no lie.
My soul screams at thee.
From a dark hole in me.

This wrong can fixed, and turned.
Instead it will be mixed, and burned.
Into my heart, into my mind.
I’m smart, to your kind.

You are so hollow
I dare you to follow.

I will go on, because I am strong.
You are gone, because you are wrong.
To those who follow your shoes.
They had better be able to choose

The gift that I have is not for all.
So think twice before you call.