Anguish

I am sick of all these nightmares,

Like a monster – missing meaning

I'm so sick of fears inside me,

Like a snake – silently scheming

And I'm tired of the anger,

Like a knife's blade – glinting, gleaming

Of the anger at my father,

Like a swarm of insects – teeming

I admit that I've betrayed you, for though

My mood is so calm-seeming,

Inside of me lurks something dark –

A demon, darkly dreaming.

And my soul cries out for justice, though

No one shall hear its screaming.