Not Wanted

To feel ,
Like the sky is falling down ,
And your friends ,
Don't care .

The only people to care ,
Is the people you don't know ,
The ones on the streets ,
The ones in the house .

The hope ,
Being driven ,
Out ,
Of me .

Like a cold ,
Winters rain ,
Driving down the trail ,
The trail of tears .

Of a thousand people ,
Like me ,
Not blessed ,
Nor dead .

The only gift ,
Blessed upon me ,
Is a curse ,
The curse to see .

I see ,
Through broken ties ,
Of mettalic lies ,
And the tears fall .

Like the ashes ,
Of the land ,
I'm as old ,
As those ties of old .

Yet as young ,
As the ,
Newborn ,
Sky .

I can see ,
Through the hearts of blackness ,
The hearts that wish me ill ,
The happiness floats away .

Along with my will ,
The will to see ,
What I want to ,
All I see is the darkness .

Now is the time ,
To break those ties ,
To become what I wish ,
To be Akira bane once more .