Many empty candles burnt away Vacating the space they once inhabited Mournful song playing in the distance Travelling to my ears. deprived of sensation I cannot trust the touch Acceptance of something as true I hear a scream just loud enough to be heard , I come to the realisation, its mine As I look at my reflection I seem ashen in appearance And a thurst grows inside of me I cannot remember anything from the last few days And my thoughts are in a daze. A pain in my soul ,that i cannot describe As all my senses ,are coming to life And as I turn to look at my reflection, once more ,I am not there

Theres a gland in my skull, That's turning to stone, Theres a pain in my heart, Where your boring a hole, The despair that I feel, I cannot control, , The words that you use , bring hate to your eyes, And directed at me Makes my mood start to dive. And so i repose ,to clear mind Till tomorrow comes to find. All the good I have done , Shal not be in vain, The sacrifice, through fatigue and through pain. Theres a gland in my skull, That's turning to stone, Theres a pain in my heart, Where your boring a hole, A smile on your face As you're twisting the knife You're warming your hands On the flames of my life

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I hate the way sometimes my mind Messes around with all my emotions Anger and ,rage clouding ideas and notions Guilt and regret causing turmoil and commotion I look to the west to see the sun rising I look to the the east to see it set In between is not so clear yet. And at times I cannot draw on a single possitive thing Everytime I try to think ,its all of those negative things And everytime just feel im flying high Something comes along that stings And so I must find a relief A way to dig deep beneath To drag it all out ,with my bare hands Because I feel it will help, If i can understand And know it may take a many year It's taken 40 years of this, just to get here And so I say thank you to you For your eyes and for your ears.

Outside of a tube station , he sits in the rain with a plastic cup Some days hes down, some days hes up A victim of circumstances ,raised by a drunk ,with a hundred romances Abused physically and mentally once or twice almost fatally, Left to fend for no 1 Till adult hood from very young Learned ,to hussle ,learned to steal ,learned to fight,learned to kill Bruised and battered was just a Tuesday to him. He tried the schemes ,the counsellors saught to inject him into But before too long it was something else that he was injecting, Numbing the pain was all he had , Untill one day ,found close to death Of all life he was Bereft, Awoken in a hospital bed ,when something clicked inside his head. A plan, a dream, the coma forced An idea so clear , an objective course , Weeks past by ,and visits none Discharged from there ,and 5 years gone He leaves his wife and sleeping son ,to work he goes , From tube station, and there he sees ,a young man ,who sits in the rain with a plastic cup.