Via faded memories of the past to the distorted world of the now,
faces full of teeth bite down hard on my bones,
twisting my reality into something contorted and wrong,
yet, I still exist in this flesh somehow.
Finding solace in being an introvert,
no desire to fit in among the painted faces of the nothing,
I dance alone to my own pointless tune,
comforted that I’m no longer subjected to your world of hurt.
Crush my twisted mind and bruise my darkened heart,
suffocate me if you can, but you’ll never silence me,
I rise above the pain and the bodies of the nothing,
giving my soul to the one who will not depart.
No longer am I nothing,
now, eternally something.