Things that disturb my silence,
make me want to scream,
create chaos in the name of violence.

I need my rest,
just so my wounds can heal,
if this can not be done,
then anger is all what I will ever feel.

Anger for what has happened,
just suddenly happened to me,
all that is fair is nowhere to be found,
things i did not deserve is all I see.

See with a vision rare to men,
to see even in the depths of hell,
in the shadow of darkness,
in which I fell.

From which I can not stand up,
from which I can not escape,
just because all is to hard,
just because I had a cape.

A cape of darkness,
holding me tight,
holding me during day,
letting go when it became night.

So I could feel all misery,
the pain,
the agony,
just because I live my life in vain.

An escape is impossible to seek,
even if I got the time,
I still wont be able to find the leek,
the leek in my spine.

The leek causing the happiness to vanish,
to let it be filled with dark emotions,
to rule my soul,
I need some kind of lotion!

A lotion to fix the leek within,
to even repair things,
that might have lead me to a win.

One win in life would have made it better,
yet I continue on foot to loose day by day,
I keep loosing so much in my life,
yet despite the pain I still will stay.