Born to rage,
I fall into the dark
to find the quiet.
I grew to the
sounds of pain
and breaking glass.
I watch myself decay.
I now yearn
for touch,
yet fear it to the bone.
I wish to wither no longer.
What I know
Born to rage,
I fall into the dark
to find the quiet.
I grew to the
sounds of pain
and breaking glass.
I watch myself decay.
I now yearn
for touch,
yet fear it to the bone.
I wish to wither no longer.