September 1987

I've noticed trouble when I sleep

clearly there's something haunting me

if I could fall but not too deep

I'd come out with truth and sanity

I think of the kid I used to be

held captive by pure and evil speech

how could I possibly be free

in love with demons embracing me

I've had my lips touched by a kiss

blinded by love, my heart's been ripped

a memory almost led to my death

seventeen years of the same breath

shackled by looks, I hate this place

I'd slice off my nose to spite my face

would it be fair to die alone

or put on display, make-up shown

maybe it's more than I can tell

it isn't quite what I pictured as hell

I'll rest my eyes for one last time

meaning to life, I will find mine.