Tion

Tears roll from my bed.
Life lays there is none,
For I am dead.

I’m throwing my time away,
Through the black hole in space.
No light escapes,
My life does not exist to you.

My body is numb and I can’t feel my face.
Within the place, the bars are steel cold.
And I grow old.

By myself,
I can’t be real.
I need something,
That I can feel.

Bear the burden of the lie,
The beat penned near me,
Does he wail and cry.

I be lone, creature carved in stone.
Inhuman beast without a home.
Place of hate and fear,
All the days of the year.
Cast out alone,
Coated beast in chrome.

Depression, regression.
Insane fed to the flame.
Intuition, superstition.
Dissipation, desecration.