the positive seems to be a sin under my sensitive burning skin a dead explosive bombshell awakens me where the hanged up strain sets me free but the darkness stays on my bloody brain and pulls me down on a heavy stain that caught up on a twisters drain nevertheless the dead awoken a bad reign where i never can not come under i am struck by a horrofying thunder that the unspoken will be taken and that i shall be forsaken by my abusive striking mother and never unborn brother so this remains a deadly dream while i awaken and scream no more no more please no more nevertheless demons come like hardcore for them is it that i try to run away but my explosive me arrives each day annihilating the unspoken words and i get azay from everything that hurts that is my uncaring bone i will remain alone totally alone i have my cross to bear like a little kid on the fair