Such a funny thing for me to try to explain

Give and take all the shunned remarks add to the shame

Squeeze me down, to the ground

I cant breathe

I cry but no tears are let to leak

Fatal feelings turned out fatal after all

This song was a song this song not sung at all

Suppressed and crumpled

Flushed away from being expressed

There was no saviour to peek in on me, silent and discreet

I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t tell

I was in a bubble, a bubble with a steel shell

Pink and purple never existed

Black and grey in sick lines were twisted

White depicted purity but no light was let in to shine

She lost all hope and was crippled in her mind

There she was begging and willing to give in

“Oh Satan’s helpers please pull me in”

She cut and sliced, red ink oozed it way

It raced down in a line, racing with green and blue snake veins

Drip by drip it blotted down

“The red ink is a sign, the time has soon arrived!”

She lit up inside and instantly came a smile

She had set free the demons playing in her mind

They raced down cotton white skin, marked their exit as blots on marble tin

Those demons ran free, sliding down with ease

She was happy, happy with glee

Her smile was manic and she giggled lightly

“Oh happy day, there is no more pain to be!”

For Oviya.