Sitting silently in
A crowded coffee shop
Dead among the living
Trying to obtain focus
Shut off from reality
If I could feel alive
Like everybody else.

Perhaps they're pretending
Afraid of being cast out
Exiled to a alienated sea
Drowned by malicious insanity
Somehow destined for happiness
Mansion awarded in heaven
I'm strung out on oblivion
Fixed to be forgiven.

I hate myself for opening my heart
Desperate for a spark
To lighten this perverted birthright
My sight is weakening
Will to survive is strong
Loneliness is a hackneyed excuse
For torturing the muse with unrequited love
Peace so priceless yet taken for granted
I'm stuck like the tree standing
Tall outside the window
Need to move, have to change
But I'm so allergic to pain
There must be a way out of this darkness
Without sacrificing a single demon.

So, I'll stay in the silence
We'll aware it's not healthy
Yet I'm so turned on by you
Don't have a clue how to let you in
Despite the persistent knocking.

P-Late Oct-Early Nov/2003/Cravings