I stand alone
waiting for the world to lash out again
I bleed alone
the open wounds of my soul festering
as I pray for a release from this sin
called existence
I stand alone
sick of the evils force fed to my unwilling heart
I stand alone
openly brooding on my hatred and rage
crying for the beauty of vengeance and suicide
I bleed alone
as the mesiah of the hated and the freaks
the bastard son of a world that hates me
the monster created by collective society
I die alone
knowing that my death will make the world a better place
I stand alone
a monument to decay and neglect
I am relied upon by many
but respected by few
A plastic Christ
used only for convienience
Even around this world of shallowness
I still stand alone |
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