I let you into my mind. You showered me with love, I returned it in kind. But behind my back you tied my conscience up and made my soul blind. The body descends into shock to manage pain, but torment is pure in the brain. To hope is to hurt, but to hurt is to know freedom. To shed numb tears is to deliver fear into the open-handed acceptance of hopelessness; silent horror sucking what humanity remains into the dungeon of despair while the feet heedlessly tread the yellow-bricked road that leads to the kingdom of doom.
