Pain, trying to make me feel.
Anger, trying to control my will.
Words, trying to find a way out.
Sorrow, trying to cast me down.

Do you know how it feels,
dear reader?
To feel all that is within you,
try to escape,
but it can't find its way?

To feel deep hatred,
and, yet.. great love?
To think you are useless,
but determined to press on?

To have an understanding of life,
and have it slip away?
To know who you love,
and have it lost amidst the fray?

Slay me now,
I cannot feel.
My final bow,
is it real?

Or just a dream,
a dream,
To make me see?