A simple breeze passes through my body

– a rattle of bones in wooden corpse-holders.

A simple breeze passes through my mind

– a shake of bleached white teeth grinning darkly.

This torturous state makes me weep,

and tears of blood fall from disembowled guts strewn all over the floor.

This torturous state makes me tired,

and I fall to the uncaring ground like a rag doll.

My mind is screaming

(in pain, so much pain)

about how things are wrong.

My mind is screaming

(in pain, so much pain)

about the life I long for.

But that life is out of reach,

is out of focus and totally unreal.

But that life is so far gone,

I shall never see its face turn towards me again.

A rushing wind slams through my body

– a laughing, taunting smile that makes me want to hurl.

A rushing wind slams through my mind

– a horrible world unfurled to reveal a shattered rain of glass.

This gaunt state makes me weep,

and broken things fall to the floor empty and useless.

This gaunt state makes me tired,

and I fall against nothing and keep on falling down, down, down.

My mind is crying

(why don't you go away, go away)

and yelling at me to scream in pain for the world to hear.

My mind is crying

(why don't yo go away, go away)

and telling me to show off these scarred wrists to the world.

But those wrists are so ugly,

and the world wouldn't give a whole damn.

But those wrists are so broken,

and the already wounded would not know where to go.

A gentle breath seethes through my body

– an innocent child with a bloody sword.

A gentle breath seethes through my mind

– a virgin giving away her life for a darkened soul.

This vehement state makes me weep,

and white skin stretches over white bones in a desperate attempt to stay sane.

This vehement state makes me tired,

and at last I see where the end is not going.

My mind is tearing

(can't you see I'm already dead?)

at my soul and ripping it to shreds.

My mind is tearing

(can't you see I'm already dead?)

at my heart and breaking this glass thing into tiny pieces.

And that glass thing was already torn,

so nobody sees the darkness creeping.

And that glass thing was already broken,

so nobody knows the darkness – seething about my heart – is already there.