Brian walks home and cries into a pillow

Boiling in anger then softening in sorrow

Waking up next day carry on with fear

Shuffling along in the whiteness of evil

He was told that hope would keep him sane

But its hope that gives him all the pain

There are screams you hear and screams you don’t

The world is quiet but it isn’t kind

They push for an answer but the question is blind

And as an instinct to survive

He finds a new way to exist

The more poison pours out from his wounds

The brighter he shines

Until all his cuts become unstoppable fountains

Pouring out not pain but immense pleasure

He’s become one of his kind

You created me

out of confusion, raw panic, disease-ridden thoughts

I am born out of fear and loathing

I had been here, a small part of you

Vulnerable like a balled up infant

But now I’m growing stronger

and stronger

and stronger

I am the knife you swing

I am the screams you cry

I am the blood you shed

I am what helps you survive

I’m in the drugs you take

I’m in the pain you feel

I’m in the air you breathe

I am what keeps you alive

I am invisible

I am undeniable

I am uncontrollable

I am inside, inside!

I am not one of them

I will be all of them

I will be everywhere

I will spread like a fire

to end your torture to earn your life

Run! Run! Run!

It’s burning up your legs, your thighs, your chest,

your head, your hair, your face, your whole-

consume me!

Sickly sweet toxic all pouring out of my system

Deformed, unusual, tragic, alive

I warned you about what I could do to you

I warned you about what I could do

I am free from the alien loneliness

I am free from your endless prejudice

I am free from unwanted affections

I am free from a crooked box you called family

I am free