I am a caged bird
My wings are clipped
I must eat the crumbs off from their hands
All the while my pure singing stopped long ago because of their torture.

I am a blown out candle

I burn for weather worth weeping for
Let it pour, think with gray
Leave me soaked
Dreary, dismay, dark
Knee-deep, trapped in the mire
Bound internal existence

Free falling feeling,
Lying on the rooftop,
Looking up to gaze at the stars.
What do you see,
When you look at me?
Look into my eyes...
Filled with pure darkness,
Black, like the night sky.