Normality, monotony.
Once we wanted it to end.
Now we wish for its return.
The strings moved, we moved.
All was held in the hand of no one.
Wrenching, pulling, tearing me up.
In a burning trail of terror.
A new world, a painful world.
I try, but nothing is beautiful anymore.
And when I start to relax, I am burnt.
Why does fate detest me so?
Why does it detest others more?
A world I am only learning of.
Nothing is my everything.
And I choose to be alone.
But I can't be alone.
I don't know how.
I don't know how to do anything.
A barrier conceals.
Why do I have to be hurt?
Why does nobody understand?
Why is my mind slipping away from me?
Why will nobody answer my questions?!
Why can't I retreat to the past?
Time is churning and stretching.
I am churning and stretching.
Sometimes in order to stay whole,
You must break.
And sometimes healing is only more pain.
My notes clash.
I am disjointed and unbelieving.
I am a ghoul.