why have i been raised tonight
i thought i was finally free of this fight
now i find myself to be mastered
by this evil, selfish bastard
perhaps he thinks this corpse is empty
but to my dismay, it again contains me
except that i have no control
trapped in here, a helpless soul
that is still a subject to all the senses
but left without the blessed defenses
that could help me cope with the damage done
to my body by time and a criminal's gun
my nerves are fired with unending pains
of open wounds and bloodless veins
i can't stop screaming, though it's only my mind
crying out and trying to find
an escape or a way to state my case
to this vile person in front of my face
my movements are not my own, so I can't even mime
i only pray that he will notice my tears of slime
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