I’ll never express them, in ways you can see and hear with everything of your reality
For in my reality I am lost
Complying with yours to keep you sane
While a nail is slowly being driven through my brain
You see my screams with that third eye
It’s something of the soul not of this distortion called reality
But what is this? I am not alone.
Others scream with me
Not in Unity
But in absence of their own sanity
To ears and those eyes that can’t fathom me and all others as we struggle with life in vanity
That Man in me is sad for me
For I have misplaced my divinity given so graciously
What can rid me of these screams?