I call upon the rushing voices,
Upon those who judge us daily.
To come forward into ive minds,
Attempt to try and save me.

They come at night, unknown to me.
To pray upon my misery.
They feast inside a lifeless form;
Ripped and raped and thrown and torn.

Away now from her hapless, pointless days.
She exists only now inside an ignorant haze.
Disconnected from the ether glow,
That unites the only world we know.

I want to go, I want to sow:
The seeds of lust upon a life,
Who's plight is filled with withheld strife.
To dance upon a rusted knife,
Naked and uncaring,
And be rid of demon staring.