September 5, 2010

In My Own

Restless eyes in the most sullen backdrop,
A fragile soul amidst a world of gloom.
A consuming disease I cannot stop,
Yet I am just sitting in my own room.

These calling voices I keep on hearing,
The face of sins against a heart so dead,
A silent scream, my desperate crying!
Yet I am just lying in my own bed.

These deterring, self-inflicted bleedings,
This pain that I received from nobody.
To loneliness, dwell, and to sorrow, sing,
Yet I am just here in my own body.