I sit and wait for morning sun to make all I did undone
But shame is all I can ever hope to see
Death to me and all my kind for darkness is all I seem to find
The secrets I had, now I shall forever keep
I sit and wait for the eyes to show all I did to weep and know
as the hands of time now creep to my side
But what if I can face the dawn to seek a land of hapless scorn
The secrets I have held, the scars that cried
With empty eyes the razors swish as I sleep on my final wish
The utopia i dreamnt, did I find?
But fool I am to look and see the thousand faces of my misery
That it was only within the madman’s mind…..