Road End

short from takeing over

the sign to road end shines bright

just a little time to wonder

what have i done? done it right?


being lost in endless darkness

no helping out, no being found

pain overwhelming, endless

feet and hands, both bound


never really knowing anyone

crying to death and however having fun

being happy like noone

inside creeping, bleeding, dieing. noone


starving like nobody else

eating is the worst pain ever

keeping up so no mask fells

noone knows you. never


being found is being bound

never open to an other

your soul is dying with no sound

never upset, no bother.