From misery I draw my strength,
Perfect masochist.
My wounds bring pleasure,
Even more.
They make me dream,
Make me feel free
Though bound by the strain
of pain.
Each time I fall
I try
I am lone
In my room,
Walking around
Like a lion
In his cage.
I am trapped in this place,
I have nowhere to go to,
I have noone to talk to.
It is dark outside and in,
It is cold inside
