I look from these spheres of sight,
catching a glimpse of the tranquil light,
miles apart from the life ive seen,
images of pain and self loathing,
pictures of hate and inner turmoil,
a life on the run from my own shadows,
afraid to aproach and shaken by desire,
alone in this breading ground of ill repute,
judged by the ignorant and stoned by society,
held in contempt for my repented sins,
never forgiven yet always forgotten,
i stand alone on this shelf of madness,
no-one 2 gaze at the wonder within,
with war and destruction in every heart,
i long for your eyes to seek my warmth,
to open your heart and breath me life,
to see me for me and not a ghost,
open your eyes for you will see!
