Somewhere in the middle,
The miracle died.
It started pulling back,
But it was empty inside.
I tried to make myself cry,
But I could not lie.
I was already in a state of shock,
And so was all those who never tried.
I am the ripple in your effect.
I am the cancer in your throat.
I am the animal you seek.
I am the darkness that keeps you asleep.
In the world there is only blame,
The same anger that builds shame…
I try to make myself blind,
Because of everything I see.
The father has a gun,
And he points it at his son.
He wants to end the pain,
But it starts within his hate.
I know where he comes from,
Because I’m from the same gun;
I am the bullet without a case,
The shell that cannot change…
I am the needle that cannot whisper.
I am the voice that is spent on itself.
The only thing I fear,
Is a cause for hoping.
I try to be what I can be,
But still I feel like I am…
What I am…
Nothing!