I hate it in here,
I can never breathe,
almost dying everyday,
its time to let me out.
Let me go,
it’s been too long,
trapped inside,
this painful prison,
where all I do is hurt
and scream so loud to let me out,
but no one hears a thing.
How much longer must I exist,
before I am
set free,
free from this body,
free from this pain,
free from this place,
free from this misery.

I promise you my soul,
they wont keep us forever,
soon we can go home,
where we can sleep
instead of weep,
from all this pain,
from all this hurt,
from all the screams,
that can’t be heard.

I’ll take you home my soul,
my sleeping dying soul,
I promise.

Kurt Ashton - www.kurtashton.com
October 13th, 2007